Watching my mom stand over her parents' grave. At some point, I stopped being sad to have lost grandparents. Rather, i can't stop thinking about the little girl who can never call her mom again. And how someday that will be me
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Watching my mom stand over her parents' grave. At some point, I stopped being sad to have lost grandparents. Rather, i can't stop thinking about the little girl who can never call her mom again. And how someday that will be me

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An apple tree in my grandparents backyard
Claimed by nature now
A gnarly tire swing my cousins race to
Long since cut down on land I cannot visit
Sitting along my parents gravel drive
Old and rotten before I was even born
Gone now, but I remember when the stray kittens would sit in her chest
I can't stop thinking about abandoned and dead things
It is 2025. I am staring at your house on Google maps. Clicking back the years. Scanning every frame for glimpses of you. Please, be more than a ghost inside a house. Come to the window. Let me see your face again. I am 50 feet away. The arrows only point left and right. Come to the door. Let me in. It is December. I am staring at your porch. The flowers are blooming. It is 2012.
I have a memory of reading girls' palms in my elementary school bathroom
For a while, I thought I must have forgotten this great skill somewhere along the way
But maybe I just wanted to hold girl's hands