Tag: memory

Dorothy’s Cross

Dorothy was the kind of relative one needs a chart to understand. Married to the cousin of my grandmother. She seventy. I seven. She the giver of baggies of treats, cans of coke, sweet smiles. She the scolder when her sister told tales of Gypsies…

Never Again

Never again. Have you said those words? Thought them? Hoped them? Never again. I won’t let that happen again. Won’t allow that person into my life. Can’t let myself dwell on it. Never again. And have you turned from that person/place/thing that you promised…

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