“i think i’ll come back
as my opposite
i’ve already lived once,
my memory was just erased.”
do you know what scares me sometimes?
what will happen when I die.
I nearly died once,
when I was told I was moving (again).
away from the place I loved the most.
I think I’ll come back
as my opposite
I’ve already lived once,
my memory was just erased.
my opposite will be
a brown-skinned
lamb-haired
boy
who wears baggy basketball shorts down to his knees
and red t-shirts.
he will love basketball.
he will be christian
he will have a russian accent.
he will have trouble reading
he will have many friends and be handsome (although that’s not an opposite, just something i want).
most of all, though,
he will hate to write.
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