It's something mystical in those
who bring us back
even if we met them in adulthood;
those with fully matured vocabularies
that have maintained the excitement
of semi-toothless schoolyard comrades,
little kegs of Pop Rocks and Coke
long after you forgot
the words to "Spice Up Your Life".
(You bring back the times
we saw daybreaking news
in the shapes of clouds,
when our dreams towered
like the scalps of older cousins,
and the obstacles we would face
were cloaked in daytime recreation,
late night inside jokes,
and evening dips into drag show tryouts.)
(Hi Mercedes.)
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