she made lemon squares every other week
and she found the Gregorian calendar inaccurate and humbly docile
we had nothing left to lose
much less anything to prove
only that our jackets look just like parachutes
i've become
someone's empty coffee mug
a broken dish that no one has the heart to throw away
because your mother used to drink from it on better days
now left in the back of a cabinet
never to be used again
gathering dust with the memories it holds
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I just want to say, that the last half
(i've become
someone's empty coffee mug
a broken dish that no one has the heart to throw away
because your mother used to drink from it on better days
now left in the back of a cabinet
never to be used again
gathering dust with the memories it holds)
blows my mind. It's really, really, well put. And your writing style is one of my favorites--the one I have the most fun in when I'm writing. So maybe that's part of why it resonates so deeply with me--I don't know. But I love the imagery.
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