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   From: saturnaliamors@gmail.com   
      
   Sunburnt heartaches   
      
   This is the sort of heat   
   I remember in another life   
   over 300 miles   
   and decades away.   
   In foster care, I’d spent   
   this sort of day   
   outside where I’d play   
   with water blasters and   
   a cool green hose   
   and at the end of the day   
   My foster mother’s nephew and I   
   I forgot his name   
   would sit side by side   
   playing video games   
   Then, later   
   when I came home   
   and didn’t know   
   to what extent my father   
   and family had broke   
   my brother and I   
   would bike   
   down to the beach   
   getting something cool   
   at the marina   
   That was before chemicals altered   
   everything that made him   
   like they did to me   
   before the collapse of a marriage   
   we’d all seen coming   
   and before everything   
   that wore me down   
   like rain and wind   
   reshaping a skinny, straight-backed boy   
   into someone who’s   
   rough-weather, bent and worn.   
   I know those days   
   were worse, far worse   
   than these are, now   
   that’s just how   
   nostalgia sings   
   sweetened melodies   
   played by memories   
   through rose-tinting.   
   Who wants to watch a movie   
   that makes them feel hopeless?   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)