Fibers
I remember the first time you ate shit in front of everyone in 8th grade.
I remember the food that I threw at you when I was 13.
I remember the face you used to have before the
Accident and the scars it has left you.
I remember walking with you along a beach in Mexico,
Sand between our toes.
I remember sitting in an airplane and punching you in the arm.
I remember the passion that you inspired me with on that day back in June.
I remember how you’d never sit next to me because I annoyed you.
I remember buying ice cream with you from an old man.
I remember shooting a bird with you in the woods.
I remember eating shit in front of everyone in 8th grade.
I remember because I made it all up.
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