the fossil record

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But First You Have To Love Yourself

Maybe moving back to the town

I grew up in was a complete mistake,

just chasing twenty year old ghosts.

When I left, everyone was older than me.

Now I'm one of them. The old.

Gray beard, anonymous pains that find

a new spot to warm each morning.

When I last lived here I was a punk,

and if that punk sat

next to my current self,

he'd smirk and chuckle,

not recognizing himself.

And I'd grumble about sitting

next to a know nothing

dolt.

Raud A. Kennedy