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What I Will Tell My Son About COVID-19
My eyes are staring back at me, inquisitive and destined for exploration. They want an explanation, help with homework, because a hellish phase of my life has now become history, and I am a book, as well as a chef, so as I make dinner, I don’t deny my curious companion the answers. “Madre…” The…
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I love you, Mother
I cried once, on Christmas Day, alone in the kitchen, because you said that you were proud of me, and I was overwhelmed, uncertain if I deserved adoration. Being proud of me must have been a long road. I know that I trouble you, without ever meaning to. I used to see myself as an…
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Gwen
You always took too long to say goodbye. You were famous for it, for the frustration of people who found themselves in your web, watching you spin another conversation, from the thin promise of “I’m gonna let you go.” Crossed legs, crossed eyes, as you crept into monologues, about that woman down the shop, that…
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Warm
Across the wires, your voice becomes a blanket, and I am so safe.
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A Quiet Life
They’re complaining again, and I’m trapped, somewhere in the ceiling, because that’s where I was left, when everyone ran away and it suddenly became my job to avoid their ever changing moods, and daily drinking binges. I type out a text, with my own complaints, about how I’m so tired from all the tornados, how…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 