my aunt was a wiccan
with a sheep farm
i was the shepherd, leading the flock
until my small body couldn’t run anymore.
she knit me black wool socks
that i never wore. they made me itch.
i just put them on my shelf and stared at them
feeling bad that somebody put all that time and effort into a kind deed for me
for nothing.
she died on christmas eve of an aneurysm.
i didn’t cry
i just sat at the table
and wondered where she went
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
my aunt was a wiccan
with a sheep farm
i was the shepherd, leading the flock
until my small body couldn’t run anymore.
she knit me black wool socks
that i never wore. they made me itch.
i just put them on my shelf and stared at them
feeling bad that somebody put all that time and effort into a kind deed for me
for nothing.
she died on christmas eve of an aneurysm.
i didn’t cry
i just sat at the table
and wondered where she went
written in feb of 2013
