The decrepit and the sacrificial juveniles sit like stones behind tarnished shadows and I wonder how grandma can age alone not missing the empty echo of orange juice on good porcelain never used for breakfast until the tumor spread past his eye but her eyes still veil something hollow
she says deeshes just like she did before when he was fighting to find her through chemicals where syllables are out of order
despite my best half-holiday smile she still takes care of that 40 year old teenage aunt still a victim of a world that will never give her children a chance but maybe itβs healthy healthy like orange juice just before chemo
I could still see in the shadows behind of a vacant pupil nothing had changed