fifteen june
one : twenty-five a.m.

i found it in the basement. one of the photographs my brother took of me when he was in high school. i remember the other ones. you can see my playset in the background. a shot of me hanging upside down from it. i remember the day, and how he picked out what he wanted me to wear.

"sometimes i catch myself constructing buildings out of words to prove what i am saying this time is really the truth. [cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die syndrome]. could we just say what we really mean all of the time?, so there will be no difference between ordinaries and promises. i have been missing you. but maybe i've just been aiming in the wrong places. two inches above the heart, right?"