julie fell off the side of a mountain the way some people
dive off the high board;
gracefully.
head.
first.
julie can’t move her arms but she
holds us together.
julie fell off the side of a snowy mountain
the way everyone seems to
fall out of our lives;
without warning,
quickly,
gone.
the way i appreciate the cramps in my feet,
the way i love my funny bone,
the way it feels
to hurt;
these are the things julie forgets first.
but not me.
not.
me
.
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oh my. you just keep getting better and better. this is just incredible. i want to read lots of your poetry so i can improve as well. or expand my horizons. look at the world differently. feel beautiful.
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thanks, kate. i'm giving you the classic half smile.
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