dahlgren place, brooklyn, 1996

[miasosublime]

Someone find a way to prevent our childhood memories from getting fuzzier and fuzzier as time goes on.

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for k.b.

how'd it go again?
moonman
pscheee
pscheee

you'll hate me
but our raindance
how'd it go again?

do you remember it?

flashbacks
feet dangling
afternoons in the park
on the swings
i always went higher

driving home from school
your mom wouldn't do crazy driver
so we'd beg
and tell her there was no one on the road

so many firsts
pie dough
pumpernickel
(you're sure it's not chocolate?)

when i think of you
i hear the voices of
the dust people
living under the radiator.