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Retrospection



When I was 14 a boy asked me if I had toe hair.
It is probably the most innocent yet invasive question someone asked me over the phone.
We never spoke again.

When I was 20,
 I told a friend I would fuck him up him in the parking lot for tossing an entire tub of popcorn in my lap during a double date.
 It was the first time I punched a man in the throat.

There was a time I allowed myself to be expressive until time alone neutered
the need to remember such incredulous things.

Looking back
spelling out carnage these small hands
will never be flippant with again
has a funny way of goading reveries
I'll surely never rekindle again.

Joy4no1



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