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I’m nine again
With my sister in our room
Painted yellow with princess stickers
Partially stuck to the wall, some ripped.
I can hear
As she raves in the kitchen
Different in the way you don’t want different to be.
But it was like that
Time to time
My Grandmother, bestfriend,
Too young to be so old
Erupts in fury
Like the fire cooking on the stove
Because she cannot find the bean masher.
We were supposed to have refried beans that night.
So she threw the pans
And threw them and threw them
My Grandmother, bestfriend, angel
I have never seen so much passion
For the things you love
Even when they aren’t the same.