Tag: memories
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Blurry Memories
Blizzard road. Red lights paving the way. Pretending to be asleep when we park outside the house. Papa carries my limp body to bed. He smells like cigarettes, pine, and honey. He tucks me in and kisses my forehead. Later I hear him and Mama talk in the kitchen. The crack of a bottle. Red,…
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Bloganuary Prompt: Pear Tree
If you could, what year would you time travel to and why? When time travel comes to mind, I think of moments I’d return to rather than specific dates. I would try on feelings and memories again like an old pair of pants that haven’t fit for many years. Maybe I’d return to when I…
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Kitty
I spent my first five-dollar bill on a stuffed kitten. We had just moved to The States and were rummaging through the toy aisle at Target when Papa slipped me some cash. “Pick something special to bring home.” On my quest, I spotted a striped orange cat with almond eyes and clear plastic whiskers poking…
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Ode to Rose
I pull back my hair with your raisin clip as you waltz in and out of rooms Only you can paint with olive oil on Sunday morning “Can I help with anything?” Fine sesame hair, freckled skin that smells like sunrise Your broken nail clings to my hair during braiding time It’s only 7…
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Kitty
I spent my first five dollar bill on you. I held your striped paw in one hand and gripped Papa’s calloused finger in the other. Sometimes you were “she”, sometimes “he”, “it” even. I named you Ashley for a day after watching an Olsen twins film. That didn’t suit you at all. Sorry for smothering…