A Bottle of Jack Daniels mixes with Norwegian blood she
didn’t know she had
Until two months ago
Now she has a bubble blowing grandmother
Who cried when they met after 31 years
Even though the grandmother, with curly blond hair and a
tired look,
didn’t know who she was. She grinned with yellow teeth
and the corners felt fakely upturned; forced by antidepressants
and the instinct of someone who has lost recollection
to instead fake a smile.
Still, she believed somewhere deep inside those tears
Falling down wrinkled pale skin
Lied a memory of her love, long sought
And all this strange grandmother could say is how much this
young woman meant to her
How beautiful she was, and sweet
and how the cats outside love flower arrangements and soda.
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