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Look at her now. The mattress, speckled Marborro-black seized Grandma up again. the paper sheet rolled tight like her Virginia Slim: ultra thin Her hand pokes out the sheet clawed nails ***** the air and release. "Grandma?" "Anne?" When Grandma comes to-- out of that liminal space between chocolate talk shows and scotch on Fox News, she labors to plant a rouge tattoo on each of thirteen grand-kiddie cheeks. We, her progeny afraid to find an empty bed or worse, the growl of life mummified in paisley pink-- wonder who is this ***** who fell through sleep tucking life away for sweeter dreams?
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Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 2:50 AM UTC
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Look at her now. The mattress, speckled Marborro-black seized Grandma up again. the paper sheet rolled tight like her Virginia Slim: ultra thin Her hand pokes out the sheet clawed nails ***** the air and release. "Grandma?" "Anne?" When Grandma comes to-- out of that liminal space between chocolate talk shows and scotch on Fox News, she labors to plant a rouge tattoo on each of thirteen grand-kiddie cheeks. We, her progeny afraid to find an empty bed or worse, the growl of life mummified in paisley pink-- wonder who is this ***** who fell through sleep tucking life away for sweeter dreams?
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Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 2:50 AM UTC
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