It was Just

I threw my Barbie headfirst
towards the ceiling. Her head
became firmly stuck up there.
But she was just a doll.

I wish-blew dandelion fluff
on repeat in the front yards
of the houses on my street.
But it was just seeds flying.

I dirtied my Silly Putty by
lifting my favorite comics
from the Sunday newspaper.
But it was just a toy.

We are grown up now. We
understand actions can do
harm. There should be no
more talk of it was just.

Cinse Bonino
2025