it expands and contracts
it goes from the reddest of reds
to a pale misshapen form.
it doesn't know what to say
not always.
it is cold on sunny days.
sometimes you can ice skate on it.
sometimes it can skip rope.
other times it longs for human contact
other times it longs for human contract.
it is a football, a baseball,
a force to be reckon with.
a fragile china vase, a tourniquet.
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