You Remind Me of the Dust

you remind me of the dust
in the bedroom of my childhood home
how it always caught the sunlight
whenever the curtain was open
and arrayed it neatly into streams
like how you play with your fingers
when i’m looking right at you
and the music is turned down low

you remind me of my childhood dreams
how they always smelled like summer when they started
and like cold kitchen floors by the time they came to their ends

Ty Kia is a high school student growing up, or at least giving the pretense of growing up, in Illinois. A first-generation American of Thai heritage, he seeks to add his own spices to the melting pot and plans to devote his life to studying the cultural implications of entropy.

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