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we found us a mountain of snow
so we found us a mission
and we built us tunnels
the ants we are
wandering in warrens of white
//
we’ve heard suburban legends
about childhood friends
stuck in white tunnels
who were suffocated
with their friends on top of them
//
we carved dirty words in white snow
words we learned from
brothers of our childhood friends
our mothers might never know
we know how to grow up
//
we can see our mothers
with angry fingers
and crazy eyes
sitting across from us at dinner
and asking us to please slow down
//
we would rather be in tunnels
until tunnels are collapsing
with our friends on top of us
until all we know is white
and what we know is gone
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Such a poignant piece-The freedom of childhood abandon. 🤍
Oh this made me so nostalgic for building big things with snow. We used to have epic forts we made for snowball fights. I love the snow, as long as I don't have to go out. This was so beautifully written I adore the ant metaphor and the writing dirty words. This brought me right back to a chaotic snow day with friends.