To Tell You The Truth

Some wishes are starving

never the doing, never the happy

you know, never the sun, never the blooming

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I was a kid in the sun with new shoes thinking about nothing but flavor and the next bite. I poured my heart into a triple scoop and knocked it off the cone. My heart blew apart. Glistening ice cream flattened to death on the blacktop.

Dad talked carefully. We would ask for a new scoop, but I was not the same girl as five minutes ago.

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