"What was my favorite part about being
little?"
I'm sure I don't know.
I'm not quite done with being little yet.
But when I say I don't know,
I don't know.
There's something there
that has hidden from me
all these years.
But now,
now that I'm not quite as little,
I'm starting to win this game of ridiculous
hide and seek.
Something's there now,
that wasn't there before.
And I can smell it then
murky smells
of wood
and laundry detergent
and that would explain
why I've never really liked those two.
But I don't want to smell them
don't want to remember the game
because,
well,
What If I'm Right?
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