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| that's my faux chop that looks like a chair. ^ |
Today
may have been the first day in 3 years
I didn't get emotional
The map of state quarters did it last time,
but today,
it was just a piece of cardboard.
I took in the tattered inspirational daybook
with multiple dates listing births
and deaths,
including a stillborn first cousin.
My aunt and uncle were like a second set of parents to me.
My own mother had 2 miscarriages prior to my birth.
Stuffed animals wrapped in plastic.
Needlepoint panels noting our horoscope sign, a prom dress.
Linen tablecloths,
still creased.
Do I need to keep the paperwork from the cemetery?
I mean,
what's the worst that can happen,
Eviction?
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