She went over and covered the house with a blanket.
Inside, tulips grew out of the family.
One lamp
served as the grave marker
for her parents, a
gray
balloon served as the grave marker
for
the tulips.
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I like to wait
and I like to eat
as I wait.
I rest, and I wait to eat.
Because waiting
is eating, and you can’t eat
if you don’t wait.
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