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your older brother went off to see
a slightly larger version of a world where he knew everything;
sent postcards from a semester abroad
to remind you what you missed out on.
i woke up with a headache
and eight missed calls
why do i do this to myself?
i just need a solid eight or something
like a break in the cycle,
i guess the way it's been going lately started catching up
and that's worse than bringing shame on your family
or the sickly shade of pale in the mirror
first thing in the morning.
i guess we all need reminders
when we're getting by
because that's something to aspire to.
so lay it to rest, i suppose,
lay it to rest, i suppose.
and so you asked
if i was doing alright.
we shot the shit and got high
in your car, parked next to the high school.
we graduated with reckless abandon,
now we're skipping out on our
five-year reunion
'cuz i was never one for keeping up appearances,
i could never keep up anyway.
then i saw the cherry reflect in your iris,
a song came on the radio,
you started singing:
"everything's gonna be alright,
everything's gonna be alright,
everything's gonna be alright."
just like you told me it would.
you called me out on my bluff
when i couldn't keep my cards close to my chest,
couldn't keep a straight face when
you dumped my boxes at the foot of my driveway.
a fifty-two-degree morning,
october 2014.
you won't kiss me when i smell like smoke,
but there's ash in the seams of the sweatshirt
you borrowed before,
and you won't kiss me when i smell like smoke,
and if you can't live without me
then i would wear black to your wedding.
you won't kiss me when i smell like smoke.
you won't kiss me when i smell like smoke,
so i'll lay it to rest, i suppose.
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