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Mar 2018
When she would call, I'd
consult the tea leaves
(was fresh out
of aviary livers)
cross fingers
smile with my words
and brace for...

..well, one never knew
what was coming.
Processing my mother's Borderline Personality Disorder and her passing.
Virginie Guillemette
Written by
Virginie Guillemette  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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