Certificate in Both Hands
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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There was a morning— I don't remember which one— when you walked into the kitchen and I looked up.
Culture is not the museum. Culture is the grandmother who won't let you leave without eating.
My mother gave me her worry—that gene that runs through women in my family like a river that never learned to rest.
The paper graduation cap slides over one eyebrow. She has learned seventeen letters,
My mother signs her name on the final line, then reads it once more.
My father's chair still faces the window where he watched the street as if expecting a delivery
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