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When Death Becomes Us.

When death becomes you, you will look back at old text conversations and replay the real ones in your head. And if you think hard enough, the rest of the world will fade away and you will hear her laugh … Continue reading

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Like the Deserts Miss the Rain.

I miss you. Obviously. I miss you when I see your friends, and when your brother posts a picture on social media. You two have the same mouth, it’s crazy. I miss you whenever I wear your 49ers shirt. Or white … Continue reading

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Daddy-Jorge.

I feel like a horrible granddaughter. I should’ve spent more time with him while he was here last year. I should’ve dropped him off at the airport, but I wanted to make it to the FUCKING BAR in time to … Continue reading

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The Living Dead.

Sometimes I talk to the dead. I lay in her bed, and get my shoes dirty from playing with her sheets. I bring her trinkets, hoping they will amount to more than forgotten trash weathered by the morning mist. I water … Continue reading

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Live Life Living.

Usually, I spend my birthday throwing back Hennessy shots, or wading in aquamarine waters. This year I attended a funeral viewing, and then watched the sun set amongst tombstones and mausoleums. In less than two months, I lost two good … Continue reading

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