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Still With Me

When you see this:
You,
In the teal patterned plastic seat

I’ll be further from home than I’ve ever
been
With the yellow-yolk eggs my
mother’s mother cracked
into pies that made themselves

And the way my dad cleared his throat.

Still With Me

When you see this:
You,
In the teal patterned plastic seat

I’ll be further from home than I’ve ever
been
With the yellow-yolk eggs my
mother’s mother cracked
into pies that made themselves

And the way my dad cleared his throat.

Brandon Taylor, 27

Seattle / Tacoma

 
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