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i’ve found a new cause now. i’ve been collecting abandoned metal pieces that cross my path. professionally hiding the not-stolen material, slipping forgotten elements deep in raincoat pockets, next to my ankles, pushed into my sleeve or through the holes of my tights. almost called myself estranged.
their was this garage shop, or where you go to fix your car’s engine across my schools guard post and fencing in puerto rico. i can’t remember what exactly happened to our car but i was over there, and often. as a child, cheap, still,—can’t spend a quarter, going to take that penny in restaurants, still—i will stop to check the shiny thing out. but there were all the loose pieces and screws and wires under sanded rocks and short grass and soon i started hauling cups home (but i could never steal...to be clear. fair found). behind the shop their was this rusted and tall standing abandoned cotton (something like that) factory. the doors were missing and, my dad and i shared the same kind of curiosity. same wondering wonder wanderer personality, getting lost in nature and god, longing and writing poetry, stubborn and independent making sharing thoughts,,difficult. or at least out loud...with limited time. so, of course we’re going to go into that building. despite danger, broken railings and those wired supervising bridges. i’ll always remember that building. a smashed mirror with shards begging to be touched laid dusted too. or at least, iii feel compelled every time to touch broken stuff and skin. i have two broken mirrors in my room haha. i didn’t break them, i just like the way they just are. i took home the shards too. you can imagine my moms reaction at a 5th grader with potential knifes. i made my favorite sculpture from my bolts and nuts and shards. unfortunately..it was left behind when we were moving back home after two years, back to minnesota. good riddance my mom had documented every moment in photos so it’s not gone-gone. i still miss it. miss it more than i’ve ever felt losing a friend. that was a joke. a joke for few. occasions. but. otherwise, i stand to what i just sinfully said.