Ode to My Aunt Ann
on her birthday
I.
When she’s still, her bare toes wiggle on the ground for purchase and appreciation, which occasionally are one: If you know where you are,
you can appreciate it. If you appreciate where you are, you’re there.
She’s always barefoot in my imagination, which isn’t fair to her.
But I consolidate years.
She’s my favorite houseguest ever. When she walks into…
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