Memory Trays
We smoked our cigarettes and talked noisily about better
days. They reminded us of our youth, or
maybe they just reminded us that we once had a youth. The full ash trays echoed
dreams at us of the persistence of hope against logic. How long had it been since we’d emptied
them? I couldn't remember or care. Maybe tomorrow we’d throw those nostalgia
burdened butts in the trash, but not today. Today we stood on the porch and laughed, conjuring memories of sex,
drugs, and rock and roll. Tomorrow we
would get back to real life, but today... today we were all doing just fine.
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