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GOSSAMER

GOSSAMER

Jessica Lee

She plants all her memories in that photograph. When pine trees surrounded her and her porcelain skin couldn’t hide her blushing cheeks the clean, glowing eyes that showed no signs of age or childbirth classic, rouge Chanel 821 blossoms on her lips her hair undulates rhythm. The sun silently sips away her youth as her skirt of sunflowers sways in the wind shoulders stretched out like someone who loves herself. Mom, I pinched all your life from you Mom,

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I see the stifling stiff denim that does not let a breath seep out Mom,

I feel your pulse when I massage your shoulders and see the veins your body popped and broken and given up to sustain my life is only complete with you. My awkward fingers bring you back to the shiny piles of us. Do you see yourself in me?

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