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Dheer Friend

Dheer Friend

my palms press into the bluebird mug fingers seep in tingly warmth the green tea lifts steams soft swirls, summoning memories who surface like undead ghosts

my four-year-old nose nuzzled into grandma’s woolly cardigan every inhale lifts the crushed dust of loose leaves settled safely in the threads. it is medicine

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for my gasping lungs and red-faced toddler tears. it is warm like melting

sugar on the stove stirred with walnuts as winter treats. it is solid

heat of weathered hands her wrinkles trace worn melodies

my solace in the cradled crook of arms embrace. it is a lullaby

palms press into bluebird mug sip by sip the ghosts slip in bloom in me a garden for an unmade grave.

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