My favorite place when I was a kid was...
The monument by the mississippi river
I'd walk there with my mom and dog
And I'd chase around the statue at the center of the park
As Mama shook her head at the spray-paint obscenities scrawled by hoodlum teens
I'd bounce from rock to rock
And run down the great hill
And everything was happy and perfect then and there
My cousin got married there
And my ex-boyfriend said he wanted to follow her lead with me
And my childhood self snarls-
To think we almost let him ruin such a perfect place
Because it was Eden for me
Surrounded by garden
And a religious image itself
But that wasn't what mattered
What mattered was the playful hop-frog jumping rocks
And the look out to the sunset and Minneapolis in the distance
And the watercolor rain upon the flora
And the fossil digs in the deep summer
And the racing on my bike with Darius
And picnicking with Tutu with parasols and mesh bags
And running through valleys of Autumnal leaves sweeping all around me
There was absolutely nothing wrong there
I remember
The times I set out to run away
That was where I wanted to run away to
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