Monday, April 16, 2012

Do you remember the night we sat on your broken trampoline and looked at the sky? It was only April but you said that this is what summer feels like. You told me you were looking at the orange star and I told you that it might be a planet. I buried myself in your sweatshirt and you rubbed my stomach and I got black stuff all over my feet. You showed me where your rabbits were buried. We came inside for ice cream and your mom had been crying.


1 amusing musings:

Grace said...

This writing is so wistful, Kay.

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