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November 19, 2012 / austreberto




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



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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