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My childhood slips
from between my fingers
like the string of red balloon
and drifts into gray sky.
As it rises
I remember
how my feet
in my chair at the dinner table
barely brushed the floor
and how my mother's ivory hand
as smooth as polished rock
but warm like a blanket
could envelop my own
and she would kiss it
leaving her lips on my palm.
I remember the sound of laughter
mixed with the clink of wine glasses
the dog's bark at a passing car
the paternal hum of the heater
the screech of the tea kettle
my brother's steady breathing
when I fell asleep on his shoulder.
I carry memory in my pockets
chew on it by handfuls
and the taste is bitter
but rich
like unsweetened chocolate.
Change smells like a distant fire
and the wind carries flakes of ash
that settle in the corners of my eyes
and burn.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.





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