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  • Do you remember when we swam in the sea of dirty plastic?

    our playpen in the McDonalds on the corner of Queens Blvd.

    Do you remember when we hid your Hulk Hogan and my Barbie underneath the blankets and baby Kelly would emerge?

    miracle makers, we were.

    Do you remember our snow forts in Corona Park, our superhero animal drawings, our stacks and stacks of library books?

    crumpled, stained pages which we dutifully devoured.

    Do you remember mom and dad hitting each other with venom and fists?

    cardboard boxes of our lives moving with us from apartment to apartment.


    The episodes of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air that parented us? The slices of greasy pepperoni pizza with red pepper flakes and styrofoam containers of orange general tsos chicken?

    general tsos: your favorite.

    You would always make me order on the phone. You could never could pronounce the ‘tsos’

    … like toes, but not really. We have ten of those, at least that we share.

    You’ve seen me at chubby, skinny, angry, rebellious, religious, and in love.
    You’ve seen me but I wanted to be loved.

    I remember because that's all I can do.


    I have a string that I want to throw to you wherever you are.

    It's a desperate thrust for how we were never one.

    But looking closer, I see ourselves dangling in between the chasm that refuses to be crossed, the infinite space that envelopes us here.

    Walking the line that renders us invisible, looking for a way out.
    Out of here, out of ourselves.

    But all we can do is sit here and cry licking our fingers,
    the crumbs of childhood dangling from our mouths.

    We will find each other in this empty infinity.

    We will sit here, you and I, praying that the sinew of the strings will be strong for the both of us.
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