Never Forget

the rush of fresh air cutting into the polluted cab of a tan Oldsmobile

cigarettes given life by the dying light of another

songs that never end drowning the cusses of your parents

no seatbelts that cut the side of your neck

or keep you from letting wind rush past your ears

tall walls of rock that give legs to rows of pine trees

wide lakes to sit by while eating ham sandwiches

– on white bread, no crust, light butter

kisses on the forehead that leave red smears of affection

you shrug them off and secretly crave them when not given willingly

old t-shirts that smell like home

squishy moss under scabbed toes

tea-flavoured powder

lake water in your lungs

charred bass over fire

feeling like you will live forever under the clear skies

of Northern Ontario

never forget.

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