Every day, I wake up and look at the mirror

I remember the rice turning into sand

in my mouth

as I try to swallow.

Ready to have a coffee together on campus

(Cindy's grandparents; those roaring 20s).

Ready to go on an improper trip across the Nevada desert.

Ready for the intellect, to foxtrot, and to shock sellers.

Mamma had always had a love for other people's possessions. When growing up, other people’s possessions were all she had. She told us about the endless stream of hand-me-downs. We used to joke about how her house was the first recycling plant in our country.