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letting it rip
by dallas huth

Okema circles his chair
navigating an approach to i p words,
his eyes like tippling titmice,
startled orbs of burnt ochre.
I say the magic words -
slip your bottom into your seat -
he does, one leg cocked under him
for lift-off .
Hunched over his paper he prints t i p,
flips his pencil across the room.
On his way to retrieve it he is gripped
by magnetic letters on a blackboard,
brings back an r.
Look, he say, r i p.
Brandon and Willy, already on chip and clip
chant, we’re waiting.
Okema writes k i p because k is in his name,
sings kip kip kip laughs
skips off
to his next kindergarten challenge.

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