That Great Gaping Maw of the Past

That great gaping maw of the past opens and I slide down that rabbit hole,

like I'm a 2-year-old again riding down

that curved yellow slide (spouting off the side of the jungle gym) that was scary because it was very dark inside because it was a closed tube, and because it had that sharp twist right before the bottom so you couldn't see the ground before you got there so you couldn't know if it was concrete or mulch at the bottom before you got there,

until I'm 2 years old again, sliding down a sleek blue slide with my mommy by my side, clapping for me,

clapping me on the back.

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