Blueberries

On some mornings mom would ask if Kyle and I wanted waffles these were no ordinary syrup catchers marbled by deep purple stuffed with blueberries When I was born I was born a blueberry due to the blue pigmentation resulting from lack of oxygen because of my mother’s smaller stature that day a screaming smurf was brought into the world and I’ve been getting redder ever since Above the sink in my dad’s home is a small purple bowl handmade with a ceramic stem that broke off years ago on the inside bottom is an engraving that simply reads ‘Blue Berries’ but no longer carries fruit

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Phi_Kenzie

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