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I promised myself I wouldn't keep breaking my own damn promises

what I miss is canned spaghettios and late night cups of coffee from the pot and my moms scent of Newports, dolce and Gabbana, and a hint of mousse. I could squeeze my brothers face and shrink him down to a baby in my head. I miss the green little jeep. I miss teaching him how to swim and cook an egg. I miss the horribly bumpy driveway on Wilding Street and the caved in garage and the time I found baby bunnies while I was digging holes and playing farmer. I got a sandbox one year too.

chicken rice soup in an over sized mug fourth of July leftover fireworks and grill charred chicken and it's really too hot for soup but the air is cool at sundown the airs so cool at sundown I do feel a breeze. My mom makes coffee at 5pm, we drink coffee after dinner too if there's a porch light and a couple girls around. Cigarettes on deck B, how cute. My Mannequins in the basement now but I still think of her at the dining room table. The cable box is upstairs now, yet the living rooms still gated off? Jackson's burnt down and it looks just like Antils now, Millennial grey apartments. Still, let's bike down the endless road and dig for Littlenecks, let's park by the water at night, let's set fires on the beach even though it's always too windy, let's hold each other and make new nostalgia over and over again, please. Hamburg noodle soup tomorrow and beef stew next week