soft and sharp
i’ve been avoiding my blog. my whole routine feels elusive now – almost like i’m too prickly to settle back in. this week especially has been brutal: a slow drip of inconveniences and then a broken pipe. when i speak lately, my tone is harsh, but i’m like this most augusts.
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a couple of weeks ago, i was able to spend time with all of my siblings, my mom, my grandmother, my aunt, my great-aunt, even my great-great-grandmother if you count ancestry.com printouts and old letters.
going back to south carolina is hard for me; i worry that i will always feel like a five-year-old girl when the road cuts down to two lanes and the trees change shape.
even that felt soft, though, the muscle-memory of our clunky limbs.
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everything – everything – around me has felt sharp since. i think my hair is falling out.
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also found my first three gray hairs while i was away.