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Dad, I remembered one of our walks today by Emma Reyes

October 25, 2022
Reading Time: 1 Minutes

it was one of those nights we didn’t do our usual neighborhood route

but instead, the long one—the one around the golf course

where we followed what might’ve been party music for hours, but never got any closer.

We passed the house that looked like the president’s and something

that night made you change your mind about hating the people that lived there because

even though they wanted to be gaudy with their columns, you decided you loved

that they put rats in the front lawn on Halloween and for some reason, owls on Valentine’s Day.

The Gardenia’s were our moon and it felt like we were walking in a pupil.

When we first passed the white you asked can you smell that? Beautiful, isn’t it?

And I agreed and put my head down and pinched the nail on my thumb

because you always answered the phone with hi beautiful when I called you at work

and for the first time I got to see what it looked like. And Dad, I guess I’m thinking about this

today because I haven’t spoken to you since I told you I liked girls

and all I can think about is how you’re going to greet me the next time I call.


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Reyes, Emma
Emma Reyes is a poet born & raised in Miami, FL. She is currently getting her MFA at Florida State University.

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