Youth, gone.

memories of a mostly forgotten summer

Kate Wavering

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spent the night on a loveseat with a dog
while a boy I love slept upstairs
in a room that had the scent of childhood we shared
in another upstairs, dark softened by a lava lamp and
the steady breathing of an older brother in the next room

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Kate Wavering

I like to be outside. I am a field potato. she/her/mama. I write what I want. Not branded.