Bathos

I try to write you, Childhood, in beautiful prose,

scrawl you in silken ink.

I try to teleport there,

to donuts for dinner,

to Chickenpox and calamine lotion,

sticking to Princess Ariel pajamas,

to bunkbed slides.

But you sit on the paper,

bathetic,

worthless…

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