12-4-03
- 11 33 am
this, keep in mind, is just a work in progress.After My Death Five years later opening the cupboard that held glasses and mugs and, on the top shelf I could barely reach standing on the counter, my great uncle's dentures, my mom sees those bottles I collected off my great grandmother's farm. Blue bottles with the dirt never quite washed off found behind the house falling down around cows that walked where the porch once stretched. They had been pushed to the back, out of reach, forgotten until this Tuesday as her hand brushes one knuckles grazing the brand name. She will remember me.
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