march 22
liz lamoreux
as we stood below blue in the crisp air, she handed them to me one at a time. we talked about how i used to do the same thing with my grandmother. when we went inside, i put them in the tiniest vase i could find that rests on the windowsill above the sink.
later, as i looked at them while making a cup of tea, i kept thinking about how living fills the cracks missing creates.