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“The day I was born I saw my granddaughter. She has a tattoo of a face that is mine boasting down her wicker basket of a back. She is naked from the waist up dancing in a quicksand of lovers.
The tattoo looks nothing like me now. The eyes are too sure. The smile is not sure enough. One day there will be no differences. Whatever years I have left will be spent becoming the woman who turns her daughter's daughter's back into a mosaic memory.”
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The tattoo looks nothing like me now. The eyes are too sure. The smile is not sure enough. One day there will be no differences. Whatever years I have left will be spent becoming the woman who turns her daughter's daughter's back into a mosaic memory.”
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“After the funeral, I see him everywhere. Every time a man is shot in the head. I see him between the couch cushions. The blunt’s end, in Jamaica drinking a Red Stripe on a patch of grass, in a backyard drunk with witches dancing to Motown. Screaming from my mouth. In my lupus diagnosis. Laying in the cracks of my knuckles. Knock, knock,
who’s there?”
― Urbanshee
who’s there?”
― Urbanshee
“I thought about having a child, naming it after you. Then I realized that child would never know its namesake & that it’s not fair to want someone just because you want someone else. Instead I named other things for you: seasons with the most holidays, the sky’s face seven seconds before or after it hails, the sound a heart hears when it is half returned, the first time I won a fight, anytime I lose anything.”
― Urbanshee
― Urbanshee
