alleywaysIt feels like childhood, he said

which is really an observation on the ability of time to bare experience

and leave its garments

stripped of function but always claiming to have clothed the miraculous

once upon a

before time heaved its thick body between gravel to steady our footsteps

so we would learn to wrap cloths of pain around our knees.

watermelon

What feels like childhood, he said

Is the weight of sweetness hollowing the chest with promises to cement the

gravel in our parched throats

but the sun expanded to crack the

skin on our chests while we dug the earth about to cushion our fall

as he leaned closer with the heat of summer in his words,

you feel like childhood.

I feel naked,

I said as we collided.

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Posted by:jasmine

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