despite the roll
of five years,
it seemslike yesterday, sometimes,
when i was
emptying out
her drawers and putting
all her
belongings into trash
bags
and setting them out on
the porch.
changing the locks
on the door,
and throwing out all
her avocados and salmon
packs,
her pills, her self help
books,
her shoes
and the straight jacket
the mental hospital
made her wear.
it's that time of year again.
one of celebration,
once more.
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