Category: Memory Scrawls
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Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big yard of summer green, the glass orb on its pedestal surrounded by flowers and a garden of carrots and cabbage and long green beans … the rabbit war machines with…
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Looking through her red box On a stormy, sunny day A cold room full of hot heart It was a different time In a faraway place Found out all about the only unforgivable thing she did again Had to fly away from the bad news Park my ride and drink…
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Her cactus bed smelled like butter nectar. She swears that lying down on the thorns helps her back, yet all the red marks there on her skin, looks like she was nearly eaten alive by fire ants. Fire ants. She remembers the hot summer day when she was maybe 12…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 