sometimes moments from my teenage self come back
to haunt my waking world.
like there’s a baby hj floating around calling out
in forlorn echoes
‘remember when you did this thing?’
or
‘remember that time your friend said that?’
and half the time i don’t actually remember
i just take them at their word

they’re closer to all that happening, temporally/emotionally, after all

[i hope they’d never lie to me]

[i hope i’d never lie to me]

[damn, i know for a fact that i’ve lied to me in the past,
what makes me different now/then…?]