there's a liquor store down the street –
afternoon light filters through the trees,
the boy next door runs across the street, his
dog next to him, hand grabbing a ten-dollar bill
like his life depends on it,
shouting "let's get ice cream"
and suddenly the red door flies open
and the black door next to it
and after a pause, i walk out too,
flip flops shoved on hastily,
my brother next to me with money
clutched
in his hand
the bell jingles,
the old man behind the counter glancing up,
waving absentmindedly at the freezer
where the six of us are huddled
fifteen minutes and five dollars less
and vanilla dripping over our hands
and the biggest bottle of soda tucked under my arm,
we return back
with summer smiles stuck on our face –
there's a liquor store down the street,
and i haven't entered it in months.
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