Sweet chemical flower
How I’ll always love your wafting from the dryer vent
Hearing high school ballads
From across September winds.
‘We are so young we have to tell the world’
Why do sick memories turn pink?
I will never mourn the loss
Of such dismal hours,
And so, will be forever happier.
I wished some unspeakable darkness
Lay behind their fabric-softened denim…
And other pale confessions.
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