on the playground, our veins were the oracle for
glimpsing our future families; arguments ensued
over the line between purple (girl) and blue (boy).
on occasion, someone would settle a hypothetical,
whoop TWINS! like The Game of Life. This was
before I squirmed at the notion of the body, fated.
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Comments (3)
This gave me chills. So good—so reminiscent of innocence!
Reminds me of the games we played as kids!
This speaks to me.