they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Saturday, June 30, 2012


i don't remember grandpa's hands
or the way he smelled
or sounded.
but i will never forget the day
he cooked a cow tongue in our oven
and the motion his body made
when he served it.
as if it was prime rib
or better.


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