I have the calmest squirrel you can imagine. other squirrels approach confused when we sit outside together. They want a nut too. Claw at my closed hand to get some. I throw food out to get them away, but it only encourages their persistence. My grandmother sits next to me and the squirrel wraps fat and calm around my neck
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I resent them because they don't understand me.
If I heal connections with people from my past, will things feel more okay?
In a closet attic underground I find things from my youth that excited me. A set of drawers, containers with characters looking back. Dresses I started taking apart.
I'll be right up.
I want to rise, but am uncertain what to take with me.
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