#domatia
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My sister, Delores Marie, she & I
a we share domatia memories, we
disneyifieddementiasprecognosis us,
gaseous we both laugh at thunder words
as make ourselves agree with happy times,
I found a negative,
from Gallup Studio, on Beale,
The Rose Garden, and a wall to sit on,
once was a Florist, too, maybe, both, probably
----- yes, I remember and she adds mattering facts
she remembers the pose, in a dress our mother made,
and we both remember momma, but she sooner than me,
we both think she did her best to keep us happy as could be.
We may think we know, best believing boin' in d'bosums be
some holygnosishitscary as well, hello poet et al re al wisers
desires wished was tested, is it so, or do we just imagine better
and be better used as single points perceptible in jello time slow,
pinch a shimmering spider kit held perceivably tied to my porch,
since so long ago I cannot say for sure, but I love that strand of
mere baby spider flyaway silk shimmering in sunny days, remembered
Childhood memories go last, they keep one smiling, as recalled, what
was it we called, or you called,
or maybe it was just me, once
that Sunday Bright White Shirt beneath the pomegranate tree,
as ripe as it could be, ah, did that not happen every time?
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC