Todd WootenAug 26, 20231 min readBest Day EverUpdated: Oct 29, 2023Rated 0 out of 5 stars.No ratings yetToday was the best day everbathed in water and chlorineat Aunt Laura’s, open eyes burnedbelow the leg kicks of the twinswho love me, maybe a little too muchI bounced high from the boardthat would not give and floatedabove my reflected birthday presentsmy yell so strong, bare feetcrashed through the surfaceToday was the best day everexplosions of colors rainbowedthe White House, my hands rubbed amoon rock, a touch of space andastronauts, shadowed by theWashington Monument, its tip pokingat the screaming flares, walls ofquotes around Lincoln’s legs werebetter than the obeliskToday was the best day evermotionless in Papa’s closetpainted with rage, cruel hideand seek, you lost even whenyou found me, deny it, that's okyou know the truth down deep like the hooks in my nostrilsand the red stains on my teeth
Today was the best day everbathed in water and chlorineat Aunt Laura’s, open eyes burnedbelow the leg kicks of the twinswho love me, maybe a little too muchI bounced high from the boardthat would not give and floatedabove my reflected birthday presentsmy yell so strong, bare feetcrashed through the surfaceToday was the best day everexplosions of colors rainbowedthe White House, my hands rubbed amoon rock, a touch of space andastronauts, shadowed by theWashington Monument, its tip pokingat the screaming flares, walls ofquotes around Lincoln’s legs werebetter than the obeliskToday was the best day evermotionless in Papa’s closetpainted with rage, cruel hideand seek, you lost even whenyou found me, deny it, that's okyou know the truth down deep like the hooks in my nostrilsand the red stains on my teeth
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