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At the end of aisle thirteen
surrounded by tin foil,
saran wrap, parchment paper
and Ziploc bags--
everything required
to make a life filled to bursting
with overdue student loan bills
and bimonthly paychecks
that can't be saved
just a little easier to handle--
he appeared.
"What are you doing here?"
I asked him,
the floor beneath my knees
cold and unyielding
through denim jeans.
"Tell your mom hello,"
he replied instead,
smiling,
and then I blinked
and he must have walked away,
though I could almost swear
he faded out.
When I opened my eyes,
the alarm was ringing
and the husband was asleep
by my side.
"Hi, grandpa,"
I thought
as I drug myself
from warm covers and a heavy arm.
"You look good."
surrounded by tin foil,
saran wrap, parchment paper
and Ziploc bags--
everything required
to make a life filled to bursting
with overdue student loan bills
and bimonthly paychecks
that can't be saved
just a little easier to handle--
he appeared.
"What are you doing here?"
I asked him,
the floor beneath my knees
cold and unyielding
through denim jeans.
"Tell your mom hello,"
he replied instead,
smiling,
and then I blinked
and he must have walked away,
though I could almost swear
he faded out.
When I opened my eyes,
the alarm was ringing
and the husband was asleep
by my side.
"Hi, grandpa,"
I thought
as I drug myself
from warm covers and a heavy arm.
"You look good."
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nothing caught beneath my wings
i was a bird when you
were just a little grain
of rice forgotten on the
shore, and i ate you up.
devoured you, sucked the
milky marrow from your core.
but oh, how you filled all
my empty spaces, swelled
and sprawled into my very
being, until i was fit
to burst and finally whole.
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Shallow Water
It was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left
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how you can manage to know so much
she's barely an inch taller - but still taller -
squinting at the horizon line and heaving tobacco smoke
through resin coated lungs that should belong to a
fourty three year old smoker, not an eighteen year old
graduate
she laughs the loudest when others cast glances
and hushed whispers
and never misses the chance to tell you
she couldn't possibly give less
of a shit
she likes convenience store mints;
the round white ones you'd find
at the bottom of grandma's purse that tasted like
dust and chemically sweetened perfume,
and home
she went to a school where "dyke"
was spat like poison at her feet
but knew exactly what to say when three
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This is very, very sweet.