weeks at summer camp
I don’t know how old
I was walking alone past
the mess hall the cook a
large man his front teeth
missing called me over
embraced me in a hug
that hurt a little I asked
what he was doing and
why and he said words
I hadn’t heard too often
I love ya honey
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