Nostalgic Drive.
Windows down.
Feels good seeing the day
Next to you.
Drove past my old life,
The apartments on Wall Avenue.
Where I took fluoride every night,
Warm milk and sugar.
Where my brother blamed me for everything,
His scissored leg,
And my coffee-cup-cut-knee.
I never got a good feeling from that place,
Even though I was only three.
The only reason I cried when we left,
Is because we had to leave my
Draw-string-elevator house
For my barbies.
-Shannon Masayo
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