Tagged: aunt
in the party room,
in the party room,
there are waiters making
wontons in one booth,
waiters folding napkins
into perfect triangles
in another, and you
alone in the
corner, carving
flowers out of the
morning’s turnips,
as if setting them
free could also
release you
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: turnip
my six aunts and
my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual
blamelessness.
grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.
as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both
.
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stumbling into
stumbling into
the fog of love
looks like
this – sisters
whispering
in the dark,
still searching
for one another,
examining each
other’s heart
.
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not far from the family
not far from the family
tree, my mother’s
sister’s husband’s
great-uncle is
snoring –
somehow,
it is close enough
to hear, but too
far to yell,
cut it out!
.
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