Pomme de Terre


I am a testament to 



I am a testament to childhood dreams I forgot I had,

Only to uncover them in fit of tears and to the knowledge that

at least something familiar, something sound would be slapping back at the soles of my feet

If I turned the knob and walked to Pete's.

We've been friends since third grade, a place that only exists in our memories 

And in a building who's sobs can be heard if you listen very,



Now, I sleep with the blinds always open a crack.

Fluorescent light echoes through the patio,

I pretend it is the moon; I pretend it is her sweet, milky laughter.

I am a testament to new beginnings,

to small potatoes.

"Pomme de terre", 

Apple of the Earth.


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