267: The Bones of Childhood

You find the bones of your childhood

in the backyard where we used to play

in the castles we used to build

among the sharpened-down butts of colour pencils

at the bottom of the freezer

in the spoonful of ice cream we saved for dad

so he wouldn't feel left out when he came home from work.

They're in the music sheets sprawled on the piano

the dinosaurs, trilobites, and unicorns collecting dust

the jigsaw we lost a piece of

when we last vacuumed the house

the crab claw we found in the baking kelp

that one time at the shore.

They're a collection of memories

our private little Wunderkammer

of who we used to be.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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