You were not my nemesis,
just as I was no longer yours,
one day.
long ago.
I bought yellow chalk and you bought blue.
and they said we were cut from a different cloth.
I wasn't cut from any cloth.
I was full of fissures and unforgiving cracks in my molding,
but you would mold this however you would see fit
one day.
yesterday.
You brought me a jar of peanut butter.
and they said it was your peace offering.
I laughed for a very long time when you stood at my door with that jar,
and there was an understanding of your thickness,
of your inability for deliberation,
that day.
I shut the door in your face.
but before I did one such thing,
you parked your fingers in my molding,
and asked me why I would do such a thing,
what would possess me to slam that door,
so I reminded you of my allergy to nuts,
and it was then that you got the biggest picture of all.
There is something oddly informal and comical at work here. The structure of the piece is reminiscent of a story that might stretch across one's lifetime, but the one incident that this all revolves around seems to dominate the piece. Is this a story of friends or lovers?
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