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Remember when you were 8

                   I was 10

     we asked my daddy to set up a tent

   in the backyard



Mom told us polar bears were in

                           the snow

& snakes would come from the garden



            We told each other

                           fairy tales

          under the sleeping bags,

                a nylon sheet separating us from

                                              the ground



       And dreams started to grow

         like balloons

               the long kind, not the fat ones



You got sick over the railing

               of the deck at

                   2 a.m.



Since then,

         mom said camping,

     backyard or otherwise,

                   was out of the question