Give me back one day
when I was so much younger
so much younger than I am now.
When my eyes were first stained with
the deep emerald of
blades of grass
and my crooked baby teeth
parted my
primrose mouth,
making way for
my
puerile smile.
where I was lying down
in a maroon summer dress—
the delicately opaque
colors of the floral print
jocundly playing
along the fibers—
Cherry blossom tree
in my nonna's garden,
staring up at the
clouds that frolicked
within the vast ocean of air
above me.
Give me back that day
where the sun's rays
beat down on me,
toasting my skin
as I envisioned myself
as a mermaid—
[One in a tankini and flippers.]
Giddy...despite the gallons of pool water
I must've inhaled,
trying to teach myself how to swim.
when being three or four years old
meant being in awe of the simplest things—
growing on the building's facade next to my own.
where my pudgy hands would clap for joy because of the smallest things
[a yellow balloon floating between tree branches]
a turquoise farfalla resting on my shoulder,
my long eye lashes imitating the fluttering of its wings.
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