Haeleigh's grandmother will be 101 years old on Valentine's day. Creaky bones and splintered marrow, she lives on her own. I felt a faded photograph. White dress, tumbling roof, strappy heels. Illuminate the china hutch, the golden bells. You'll outlive us all.
The windshield cracked. Rippled glass and a hard set center. Bleached sun and spilled rice, just like a wedding. I've decided not to pick my battles, they all count. Sandalwood, blue sage. Beads of sweat on your upper lip, that's what gives you away. Loose talk. Restless nights. A room full of binding straight jackets- Frances Farmer, you really got to me. Wrapping lilies in printed paper. The unlimited amount of information our minds can store, it's incredible to think about. Healing. All the time about healing. How long it will take before my Father grows up. 42 years of childhood, can you imagine? Medical school. Traveling in white North Face parkas, and sailing. Windmill road trip. Washington, Oregon, down through California. Hitting the blue steel states. Wired. A wired mind.
"Creaky bones and splintered marrow, she lives on her own."
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