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Sometimes These Things Happen


A sun tamed by sunburns and salt. Miniscule hematomas crafted from enthusiasm and routine. Rummaging through forgotten satchels and discarded pockets. Small containers of crytals and powders and handwritten notes. A new tye-dyed shirt and a pair of child's size 7 shorts. Compiled into the last lost memories of the lifeless body teenage body several dozen feet away. Feet to floor, chest to legs, unmoving. Long unwashed hair an unburial shroud. I baptize the memory with chlorine and whisper a despondent prayer that will not be heard.

1:44 p.m. - 2022-08-11

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