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by Nari Ando
A memory faint, a sepia yellow.
Colored, yes, but tinted overall
Exploring the floor,
I think that’s what I recall.
Finding a toy, screaming in joy
Now long forgotten,
In a place unknown.
Remembering the days when I crawled around,
Picking up artifacts, the ones I found.
Inspecting, up close, every scar, every mark,
I didn’t care, I put it in my mouth.
My mother rushes over,
Saying: Spit it out!
Reluctantly I do,
And go look for another.
Nari Ando is a junior pursuing a Baccalaureate in English.