I’m sorry I never forgave Stephanie Mills
for painting my ceramic bowl in elementary art class.
It is the reason why I cannot pronounce Cermak Road.
I’m sorry I always gave you the ugliest blankets and all the grape
flavored popsicles that matched your hair color.
I just wanted you to like me.
So please come back.
I’ll be waiting for you at Ovaltine Station.
-sonja lynn mata
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