morning/mourning
4:32 PMI forgot about the sun.
I forgot about 2013 and rhymes on napkins and I forgot about sleeping with my face to the wall.
And I forgot about soldiers and how we couldn't have a real Christmas tree in Texas because it might light on fire and I forgot about a textbook that taught me about hope and Indians.
There were piano keys and fifteens.
Then they told me that fireworks are only for Independence Day and ink was never meant for skin. And it made me think of the day my uncle read us a book about the little mermaid finding a prince to be her best friend and I said "what about love" and then the car felt like a cubicle for the entire stretch of I-15.
But my little sister still broke and I still wrote about telescopes and my knees hit the floor more than they were supposed to, but it wasn't always that way.
And I remembered 9am.
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The part about the cubical and what about love made me feel things. So beautiful Reagan.
ReplyDeletemy knees hit the floor more than they were supposed to
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful.
Remember the rhymes on napkins
ReplyDeletecubical feelings are the worst and but it wasn't always that way
ReplyDeletebeautiful reags
love this reagan
ReplyDeleteespecially the cubicle part
But my little sister still broke and I still wrote about telescopes and my knees hit the floor more than they were supposed to, but it wasn't always that way.
ReplyDeleteLove this. So much
I'm not so great at commenting these days, but I'm still reading everything you write. I love the way you phrase your words and how such few words can carry such meaning. I love that you make the small things sound important, like sleeping with your face to the wall and a simple conversation with your uncle. Your writing keeps getting better and better.
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