guilt free

we sit in front of the factory drinking seltzer
& talking about hunger. when we were kids, 
we accidentally fed our goldfish to death. 
filled the surface with flakes & watched them 
swallow & swallow & swallow until their bodies 
were no longer their own. you ask me how to make enough money.
the seltzer is peach flavor. tastes like hallways.
i want to be a guilt free person. someone who 
doesn't replay each conversation we have for years after.
am i a good sibling? why don't i have any answers?
i pretend the seltzer is a can of real fruit & that i am feasting. 
i drink quickly. you crush your can under your shoe.

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