My childhood is here, now.
A final twinkling of the moment
The curious gaze, the vacant smile, the chops covered in chocolate
A gentle pulling of a gal’s hair—————without purpose
I have found.
hidden in cartoons marked: expired, warning:
—no cheeseburgers inside—
like little toys placed in the attic
before being used
A childhood escaped, but never set free
But like the tide going out
they have come back in
unwrapped for a moment
there is something to grow into here.
A general expanding
(my tummy proves this)
not a smaller size or laugh marks. Nor can one go back to the thumb slowly pressing at the teeth.
to regain life
one must grow back into birth
some just get older. Others (the lucky ones)
become children again
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