it is late august
you and your sister are young and enjoying wasted hours
ringing the doorbells of neighbors and sprinting away, laughing at the minor inconvenience you have caused
as you frantically dash from a far more bothered neighbor than one could have ever imagined, your pants get caught and tear on a poorly mended fence.
your sister helps you rip yourself free and you escape to the safety of your garage
frantically the two of you bury the pants and swear to never reveal your misdeeds
as you grow in and out of your neighborhood the sight of the poorly mended fence teases you with the fading idea of carelessness
as you navigate early adulthood, you inherently look for the fence on your visits home, a thing stuck out of time
then one day
you drive to what was once your only home and the fence is repaired
your heart sinks.... and you know exactly why
kicking rocks by the trash compactor
chit chatting with your manager as they finish their cigarette break
just out of frame is a white plastic chair
a crushed beer can
and some gravel
the sun room of your great aunt’s
delicious strawberry shaped candies fill a dish
and grow sticky in the hot humid glass box
Images pinned in office w/ collected & cataloged sidewalk