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Friday, April 10, 2015. Write a memory of something you could not possibly remember. It started with a crash,. A mansion turned soup kitchen. Too feeble to lift up a spoon,. She bent her head down. The ends of her hair turning orange. With the pigment of the tomatoes. Her mother, sweeping up the stray hair.

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Mdash; Leave a comment. Write a memory of something you could not possibly remember. The day I lost her. Was the day I died. My Merry, my Love. She sank to the depths. Like the bow of her ship,. Dashed upon the rocks,. Like my hopes for a life. In the shadow of the guardian,. The darkest part of sea, where. My Merry, my Love,.

I watched him put on my favorite flannel. Through his refection on the door,. In our small one bedroom apartment. My name on his wrist, poking out. Just enough through the little hole in the bottom. Of his sleeve where the buttons attach. I stopped in to get coffee,. Had no time to chat, but found myself. Needing a conversation with him. Maybe it was the flannel he was wearing,. Or the way his tattoos poked out just enough. Through the V-neck shirt underneath. If I make this light,.