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by Jordan McElheran
we’d sit on swings
or steps
and talk about how
nothing lasts
forever—
like when kym’s hamster
died and we
wrapped him
snug
in toilet tissue and placed
him gently in a small
dryer sheet box with
a few snacks.
it must’ve smelled nice
for him— but that was a
year ago and now you’re
gone— moved away.