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we found us a mountain of snow
so we found us a mission
and we built us tunnels
the ants we are
wandering in warrens of white
//
we’ve heard suburban legends
about childhood friends
stuck in white tunnels
who were suffocated
with their friends on top of them
//
we carved dirty words in white snow
words we learned from
brothers of our childhood friends
our mothers might never know
we know how to grow up
//
we can see our mothers
with angry fingers
and crazy eyes
sitting across from us at dinner
and asking us to please slow down
//
we would rather be in tunnels
until tunnels are collapsing
with our friends on top of us
until all we know is white
and what we know is gone
Comments (2)
Such a poignant piece-The freedom of childhood abandon. 🤍
Oh this made me so nostalgic for building big things with snow. We used to have epic forts we made for snowball fights. I love the snow, as long as I don't have to go out. This was so beautifully written I adore the ant metaphor and the writing dirty words. This brought me right back to a chaotic snow day with friends.