why do tiny moments haunt us
more than speeches
sand paper fingertips, on my forehead in the dark
cranberries tainted with second-hand smoke
i'm choking on milk
it spills all over your mom's spaghetti
from laughter
we eat it any ways
and why do you haunt me
you were a tiny moment in this life
a friend
lingering in my mind like a lover, abandoned
your penmanship
explosive on my closet walls
and everyone we'd meet
would swear that we were sisters
a distant muse of distant art,
your tiny moments
close to my heart
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