A memento

[flotsson]

1
Rambling under tawny sun, down out into
nothingness as they scream and laugh and shove
each and every day throughout the timeless summer. 
My neighbor kids: they weren't always a joy but they 
were always—

(always) there.

2
You're eating nails and plaster. 
I get it, I am too: 
Alice reads the letter they sent her;
red paper, black ink,
fired. Like so many others
we know. And our neighbors—
(oh) 
the worst magic trick ever
discovered, they made our neighbors—
(no) 
they made our neighbors 
disappear and—

don't forget that, 
but—
nothing has,
please—
nothing ever has,
(nothing's changed)