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My childhood was stubbing toes on pool railings while trying not to drown four foot tall, six feet under. I sat by houseplants on cold tile. I lost my teeth to salt water taffy. My parakeet was named after a character on Full House who had frizzy hair and did not have her mama either. One day, she broke her beak. It was my fault, I brought the blood to my face as I would salve to apologize but it was far too late. Daddy set her free while I slept. I would rush to the school supply aisle in Kroger for pens and pencils and bought Barbie dolls to glide against the bayou’s surface. Later, Katrina came to sink everything I ever touched. I thought about the black men and their saxophones downtown how I wanted to replace the reeds so badly to hear New Orleans jazz one final time before we moved. The whole time my sister was made of sage. My brother slept on my Powerpuff Girl sheets so often that I kept my ******* in another room. And I thought that mothers came from fireplaces because mine hid her liquor in there sometimes.
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
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My childhood was stubbing toes on pool railings while trying not to drown four foot tall, six feet under. I sat by houseplants on cold tile. I lost my teeth to salt water taffy. My parakeet was named after a character on Full House who had frizzy hair and did not have her mama either. One day, she broke her beak. It was my fault, I brought the blood to my face as I would salve to apologize but it was far too late. Daddy set her free while I slept. I would rush to the school supply aisle in Kroger for pens and pencils and bought Barbie dolls to glide against the bayou’s surface. Later, Katrina came to sink everything I ever touched. I thought about the black men and their saxophones downtown how I wanted to replace the reeds so badly to hear New Orleans jazz one final time before we moved. The whole time my sister was made of sage. My brother slept on my Powerpuff Girl sheets so often that I kept my ******* in another room. And I thought that mothers came from fireplaces because mine hid her liquor in there sometimes.
sarina
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
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