I remember

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I remember riding bus 44 for 37 cents
Listening to the ding of the liquor store
Losing my breath and holding in my cramp
The tiny welts from bb guns
Making armor from cardboard boxes
Exhaling on your left arm as I waited for my turn
I remember skirmishing while duct taped in my huge blanket
Every check mate outside the Metreon
Stupid questions
Being a punk
Chicken, Queso, and bean burritos
But what I won’t forget
Is your unique body odor that I sometimes have





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