my grandmother couldn't much live with a septic system, but
it was the closest thing to the life i needed growing up, that rented farm
house, and the small kitchen, where she swatted at that kid that wasn't hers
for the first time. i never knew grass
could be that green, but that life was rented and they didn't stay long, back
to the public water supply, back to where they came from, some would say where they
belonged. but she was a queen even
though her crown was fashioned out of hair rollers. she lived her whole life dwelling with
others, more of her kind, the wisest of what this life has to offer, only stuck
a bit, like the mortar that filled the bricks on some of those buildings. i imagined a different life for her, i always
have, and here i am without the crown of rollers, but attempting to drink from
a well and live a better life, or just a different one, all i know is i'll
never change, because i don't really have to, and she taught me that.
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