Monday, December 5, 2011

hello grandma, come visit me more often

i dreamt you were at the table, your young self across from your dying-state self, me in between.

Your absence came up in their conversation. To which I said, but can't you see she is right here! You looked at me knowingly. You reminded me that I believe. You reminded me find faith.

What is wrong is they don't already know.

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