i'm writing this alone
back pressed against a wooden bench
waiting for coals from a dying campfire
to extinguishsmoke's curling out from the fireplace
and wafting in my direction
it'll get in my clothes and remind me of camp
not unpleasantearlier today
my cousins held marshmallows stuck on sticks
mine burnt
i like them burnt
always havestill earlier
the oldest ( second only to me )
climbed our orange tree
i've never done that before
the tree shookand at five
we ate chinese food
they came with fortune cookies
mine said i'm a humanitarian
we threw them all into the firethere's no more smoke now
the embers are still glowing
i'm fucking cold
i still can't go inside[ 2.13.21 ]
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