Bananas and old goats, three quarters you found in a moat, and musty flap jacks that were lost inside stacks of fancy magazines.
These are the things that remind me of you because they were often glued to your shoe.
Sometimes you would drink orange juice as you brushed your teeth with cheese. Then you would run to the bathroom screaming “Squigily bees!”
You liked to read things about frosty the clown and at the end of each story your eyes would melt into a frown. In the morning you would put butterfly stitches into your hair and with a glare you would say “I don’t care.”
You sometimes tried to pay cab fares by catching imaginary animals inside of snares. Other times you would simply dare the driver to act like a slightly intoxicated bear.
These were the good times I wanted to share about my spaz-tastic friend I have yet to meet. Maybe one day we can eat from the bark of a tree while I accidently paint my feet. The words I write will be bright and bold and clear as day. The following poem is what each scribble would say.
One-two-three-four
Remember to take some time to be sillier than you ever were before.
One-two-three
Live your life like you are free.
One-two
Buckle your shoe.
One
Take some time to bask in the sun.
