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…
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Pear Tree
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 used to pick pears from the tree that towered over my yard,…
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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?”…