The Things That Live In My Head

Eucalyptus, undiscovered alphabets, stygian blue,
the scent of my middle school crush’s laundry detergent,
metaphors real enough to keep in my palms, milk baths,
the day my grandma couldn’t remember my name,
dead acquaintances and Instagram posts in their honor,
the calluses on my heels from when I used to dance,
a certain girl I secretly loved, fish I buried in the backyard,
your smile on a street corner, a poster with my name on it,
and a strange, unshakable feeling of coming home.

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