random day 1: begin to know

                I count among the needy,
          When, near-always
    Dad-deflatingly,
  You go again:

A softly pushed pin,
  Time-debating,
          How piercedly slow
      Or to which thin limb

      I’ve to let it roam—
          That pulsating,
  Pop-complicating
Miss-you in me.

  Forgive that you grow—
    I begin to know;
          Though my heart for you
                Is honorably greedy.

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