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November 19, 2012 / austreberto

stained

stained

 

the coughing was a sign that she was still alive

 

we were afraid of the peaceful mornings

 

when i was ten

she yelled at me to fill the damn feeders

 

it was the only time i ever heard her swear

and it was at me

 

today

i still tweak the recipes that she taught me

though i would never admit this to her face

 

we were apples and oranges from the same tree

 

i couldn’t stop eating the strawberries

 

my fingers bled and stained everything i touched

 

i left my mark on her life as she did on mine

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