Linda Scribbles











we’re happy,
but we’re not allowed
to go outside.
we have games
and make games,
even if we can’t be
very loud.
we get food
and baths,
blankets
and hats—
we should be happy.
who will give us these
outside?
we can’t go.
couldn’t i?
‘no, you don’t know how,’
is what i’m told.
we’re healthy;
be good.
aren’t we happy?
or are we allowed?
it’s so hard to tell.
living so we always hide.
it’s so hard to know
from this side.



et cetera
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