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The writing you’ll see here focuses on divorce, cancer, family and new love that feels like it’s survived lifetimes.
I’ve noticed a pattern with us
Or the way I think about us
I see our story like something to be excavated
I’ve never questioned
the veracity of our love
I’ve been thinking of the distance between my mother and me
I hold my breath as tight as
the latch on the side door
Our pets paused, heads cocked waiting
Listen for the engine to turn
Tires rolling backwards
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I’ve noticed a pattern with us
Or the way I think about us
I see our story like something to be excavated