on July 2, 2010 by r.a.w. in Stories, Comments (0)
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When I was little
Sometimes I would go to my grandpa’s house
He had bamboo in his back yard
A greenhouse
Big hands
And a pool filled with cold water
But I liked swimming in it
There was an Orca tiled into the bottom that I would dive down to
He would give me “Highlights†magazines to read
And the tagline “Fun with a Purpose†I misread
As synonymous with that Orca
 I wondered what his deal with whales was…
I was told he loved us, but he was hard and rough
Aside from the pool
The big hands
The greenhouse
And the bamboo
What I remember most about going to my grandpa’s house
Was how he used to point out how skinny and stupid I was
So I decided
Right in that cold water
That when I grew up
I would be neither
No matter what
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