another suitcase for my grandma

6.

WHEN ——– I want////to go
they faded, the polaroids of the beach that day

you, the [ ] housewife
who never liked to cook
the cracks–gaps–your face–un-famil-y
the way the breath
just
stopped.

dulling varnish
the lacquered box black
cabinets bare
looked back
holding on———-the pain

open rusted clasps

curl yourself inside its walls.

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