None Of What Happened, Happened (for Charles Maxwell Anderson)
i can still feel
the bricks of a house
built along the rise of,
not atop, a hill
i can still see
boys in a short driveway
standing around in
KISS makeup
i can still hear
your father's records
through the floorboards
of your room
i can still smell
your mother's cooking
through open windows
of carefree summers
i can still summon
these senses and dream
that none of what happened,
happened
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