Sun, 06/02/2013 - 21:08 -- tuturro

you met her in July
eyes glowing, ankles swollen
bandages enough to fill a suitcase
she taught you words your mother scoffed at
and laced your tea with guilt and hope and false pride
you read more Freud
and you understand now
why your halo glowed green and strong
and her hands were always warmer


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