slinky, slinky, slink.

tiny tangible toy, you're all mine.

couch cushions covered the coins i used to get to you.

we can make mistakes and memories growing old together in a private paradise.

when i climb 

the stairwell and 

place you at the top i 

knock you over, tenderly, 

and race you to the bottom. 

the sound your metal coil makes 

slows                me                 down 

as it strikes the hardwood floor.

i pushed you over, 

you beat me down, 

but together we ascend the stairs one last time 

before you rust 

and i wrinkle 

with time.