breakfast / may 1st
i sit with my knees up
at the kitchen table
cleaning the peanut butter from my teeth
while my oldest brother
tells me a story;
his voice competes with
the sizzling of bacon strips
on the stove
the days have already melted together
in my mind,
like honey in a hot cup of coffee;
it must be summer
freshman year
now exists only in retrospect,
and from this two-day distance
every failure becomes
painfully plain to see
in this moment
hugging my knees to my chest
i am so aware that i am a child
with everything to learn
and so much more
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