Recipe for Life (With Butter and Sugar)
I feel safe and warm, and I drift to sleep with the smell of apples, sugar, and butter gently filling my nose.
I feel safe and warm, and I drift to sleep with the smell of apples, sugar, and butter gently filling my nose.
I am drawn to the train tracks and find the memory haunting. Because that’s how you died, my little brother.
I lay down on the couch ushered by my anguish. The clock ticks, backwards. I’m four again.
I ache to whisper the fullness of my heart, but can’t decode it swift enough to speak. It’s a foreign language.
The late November grey hung in curtains all around them. And of course, greyest of all, on Leonard’s mood.
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My father puts his hands on my shoulders. I haven’t seen him in ten years, but he looks good.
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