Five years of wonder, you sit beside me wrapped in a bright beach towel. Your sun-bleached hair, wet and soppy, mopped into twizzler strands. The chlorine odor lifts from your shoulder, between teenage whistles and splashing water. Soon, we will pop open a honey jar and peel the thyme for our pickled strawberries. But first,Continue reading “P is for Polka Dot”
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Maternal in Spring
I miss bathing suit shopping in spring Watching you run toward the car at the pickup line, as though you would combust had you stayed at school another second, your bag flung over an arm while bouncing off your backI miss listening to your chatter, venting the day’s frustrationsI miss watching, after you fell, how youContinue reading “Maternal in Spring”
He’s No Politic I’m No Saint; How We Often Step Into Meaning
Wrapped twice around a frail neck is the lace from my mother’s slipslipping further from where she ought to gogoing forward in the most domestic way Pale in a pretty green dresswaves sway back and forth around me mashing and folding bending and molding to the perfect dirtydirt dinner taste of pebblesdark and dirtdirty fingernails peeling like the applesweContinue reading “He’s No Politic I’m No Saint; How We Often Step Into Meaning”
The Word Mill 