70's slow jams
Techno underscores
Scotch on the rocks
One gulp
Alfred Hitchcock critiques
And voiceovers
Baby you’re a whole new mystery
A compilation
(Yes I learned that word from you)
Of the old ways
And gestures
Passed
By the paternal familia
And your time in this world
The family breakfast
Where you both insist the last piece of sausage into one another
Turned into family brunch
With your unapologetic
Late day ways
His sport expectations
Their place
In the workplace
Leads you
To tell the kids
It's just for fun
High fives all around
You say you'll never move in with me
Before marriage
Dreamlike state
Of the 1950’s
Let's pave the way
For a brighter tomorrow
And get that blue carpet one bedroom
We hypothetically saw
Drunk
Last month
On Craigslist
About the Creator
Nicole Hampton
Nicole lives in Virginia and will be there for a few years to complete her Masters in Expressive Arts Therapy. Her greatest passion is to heal people with her words and art. She has many creative outlets including woodburning and writing.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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