her hands are so small, yet they hold so much. i see everything in the spaces between her fingers. blissfully unaware of what lies ahead, i hope she's ready for it.
smoking my last cigarette beneath freezing rain, it's midnight & this feels so deserving. i'm thinking of jokes like, "wow, the price of gas is almost as low as my self esteem!" it's not funny though, i just smile slightly.
peeling potatoes with grandma, she tells me how grandpa used to do this for her. there's milk in the pan now & everything is one shade darker today. ashes & potato skins litter the kitchen floor.