pouring nostalgia on like
syrup on a pancake when
the bottle is in the hands of a
four-year-old who
doesn't realize it's sugar free and
doesn't realize her big brother slit his wrists
twenty minutes ago and
her father drove into a lake last year and
that's why he hasn't been home in so
long and her mother denies it and
denies everything and will
three years from now
od on painkillers she got from the
homeless man behind their
apartment building on
the bad side of town and
that little girl will still be pouring too
much syrup on her breakfast so
she can relive the last few moments of
sanity before it all fell
apart

pure nostalgia