note to self by mindgallery
Grandpa Harry was from Romania on the train he
taught me to dance and at the beach it
was handstands
but my mom hasn’t spoken to my
aunt Harriet for the
past twelve
years
and my uncle Victor hardly
talks to anyone from
the family
and i just sit and wonder
how we got so far
apart
mindgallery
Friday wouldn’t be Friday without a mindgallery poem and image.
