-Kim

We wake up to walk

to wander through red tipped trees.

It's warm in the sun.

-Hannah

On this day

The potatoes burned
For days
The tar-black pot remained
Just as you left it

I sat with your mom and held her hand
It felt so fragile
Crumbling in my grip

She used to sit in the park and wait
For the light in your room
A beacon that you were still here

Last year
On this day
I carved a pumpkin
You sat down and died

You were so
Tired

-Kim

-Hannah

"i can't seem to get it" -Kim

found photograph "my father's parents" -Hannah

-Hannah

In this dusty heat
Among seaweed and rubble
Lies a pearl
Small and precious
Grey, chalky, beautiful
Sparkling at the edge of the sea
Shimmering under
The too-close sun
Marzamemi

-Kim