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-- Me

This is Part I of an interpretation of "happiness" (adapted from an English final project). It is dated and naive -- most appropriate for the topic, really. See Part II, III, IV, V, & VI

Old buildings. 7:30 PM.
Cheese. Dusting keyboards
Suspenders. Polaroid pictures.
Mornings that smell like coffee.
Christmas.

Bagels with lox. Men’s undershirts.
Pulling out the remnants of ripped paper from spiral notebooks
Nutella hot chocolate. Semicolons.
Air that smells like camp.
Sleep.

Lord of the Rings marathons. Times Square.
Giving directions in a place I don’t know.
Scuttling leaves. 1st grade kisses.
Pens that smell like ink,
Post-its.

Hidden smiles. Indian food
Wearing tutus for no reason
Handwritten letters. Rubik’s cubes.
Books that smell like time.
Titrations

Nertz. Leather biker jackets.
Waking up laughing.
Wasabi wars. Red Keds.
            (“Navy or red, Dad?”
            “Red. So your feet will always be happy.”)
Deodorant that smells like my first slow dance
Spaces.
                                                                                                           --  Me 

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