Category: Art
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Would
Would you mind if I asked for my cells back? They might be helpful going forward. Given their healing properties, their generative nature, I am considering storing them for future endeavors into accidents with age.
If you wouldn’t mind, also, giving back the last two decades or so? I was using those years when I gave them to you. It would be really nice to refresh my mind with time, now that there is so much less of it on the right side of 50.
If you could, would you mind returning my life as a mom? I don’t think you are using it anymore and I miss it. Here in the middle of the late-night, the early morning, the mess of a mind robbed of any reproductive hormones, it would be so nice to have that life back for a bit. The bits of it where I was able to express my love through constant care and compassion. And maybe the bit where I gave up parts of my body so we could be attached. Thanks, that would be great. If you wouldn’t mind.
Oh, last thing…
Would you send me you? I am not done loving it.
Thanks, that would be great.
If you would.
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School Moms
8 years ago I sat in my car and texted you. Target parking lot. Sepulveda and Burbank. Third level.
I never ask for help. Ever. But 20 minutes earlier, I threw up all over the seasonal section when my husband told me he wanted to date a teacher at school. A teacher who was married, and taught both of our boys.
I thought we were close. Our boys were best friends (still are). Our connection to each other crisscrossed through maternal bonds to sons. Our sweet boys.
Your sweet boy had graced my doorstep and couch. My sweet boy had driven him home after drinking too much and listened to his heart break over girls.
Your patchouli (and its cloying implication of integrity) had stained my clothes many times after an embrace at drop-off or pick-up.
I’m an idiot for believing your odor of friendship.
At first, you were on your way… but then you said you forgot you had a repairman coming.
School mom.
