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Red hats Purple complements of lace or tool Fancy ladies gathered with her Singing Cell Mates Where bingo replaced the bars Melodies then echoing to audiences in Rockers, walkers, wheelchairs Always a project in progress To fit small feet Baby hands My hands Our heads for whips of winter wind. Our favorite... Continue Reading →
As I drink my blue Gatorade I taste the memories I taste your smile Your spaghetti sauce bubbling on the stove Your laugh Your pink lipstick. As I drink my blue Gatorade I'm eight again Hunched over at your kitchen table Scribbling pictures on your scrap paper As I drink your blue Gatorade. ... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 