Kimmy Walters NOSTALGIAVILLE USA I’m falling backwards into the velvet leotards of my childhood falling into the honeysuckle bush in my neighbors’ backyard the incremental sweetness I love so well pixel of flavor loading over dial-up I always wanted at least one environmental factor to blame for my sadness there was the weather of course and the toxic landfill, which I didn’t find out about until later I think I remember my mom telling me something about poisoned horses and I was like oh my god please never tell me about a poisoned horse again there were zero sidewalks or streetlights in the neighborhood and there still aren’t any so it still feels virtual to me, like doesn’t it regenerate piece by piece whenever my car maneuvers through? when I visit my mom now I come upon caches of photos I must have taken one while waiting for the school bus of a rabbit taking a dust bath, since eaten by something that’s been eaten by something