Now Serving Nostalgia, in Violation of Health Codes
The first three months of the year
are in my man-made Anniverse.
Oh, sore and raw time,
I still have a shrine for you.
It ends where I was born,
where my parents were crowded out
to look on miserably
while I walked the overlap of growth and death.
After a great loss, they say
the football team is "hungry."
It's the nuance they miss that
sometimes they're not starving; they're starved.
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"Oh, sore and raw time/I still have a shrine for you."
love it.
You may not have intended this, but this line is particularly interesting to me because of the date on which it was written. Thoughts?
It was originally a coincidence that I reminisced about a rough time on 9.11; I thought about making the connection, but I generally don't think it's worthwhile to make a special post on every anniversary of the day.
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