home for a moment to remember to forget. Saturday morning walk in a break in the clouds / the rain. along the creek listening to the stream / my mother talk about work and her friends. she wears purple and sometimes holds my hand. I take a photo of the clouds over the trees over the water. this place is beautiful. I wish that I could show you. dad slips on a rock trying to cross the river. wet pants wet socks we cancel coffee plans.
waking to a hailstorm on the windscreen in the supermarket carpark, waiting for my parents in the backseat like a child. the stones are heavier and angrier than ever. through the window I watch the asphalt disappear in minutes. the stones fall quicker and louder still. craving something else I open the door and step out into the tempest. I stand on the street in the hail, let the ice fill my hair / cleanse my skin / freeze my heart. when I close my eyes I still see you. when I open them I scream.
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