i remember the time my mother’s hospice bed grew fins and swam her into the sea
i survived that send-off
i didn’t turn into mist and disappear
i remember that time when i meditated in the snow during a snowstorm
even though i’m afraid of the cold
it was dark and i was lost but still
i survived that chilly calm
i didn’t turn into ice and shatter
i made it home
bu…
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