that first big mall i visited,
where I saw that book that made me think,
but I could not tell
him in the car after.
where the tuxedos of bright white waited for my prom,
the first place where shoes were bought
for a wedding,
not the last.
the last place where I saw my father alive,
the first place I landed,
after he died,
on a beautiful spring day,
that seemed undeserved.
I hate you.
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