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Today my Tupperware pie server broke
into more pieces than one
It was my mom’s, and it was hot pink.
I made a pumpkin pie last night
but I’m taking slices out with a butter knife.
Today
there was an old woman
trying to chase after a gold foiled plant cover
in the parking lot of the greenhouse.
Her husband called after her “honeyyy!”
as though it was getting away from them both.
I knelt down and picked it up.
I handed it to her
(while I made eye contact and smiled)
as she said “ah youth”
and I chuckled and said “yeah”
but she was once me, and her I will someday be.
In that fleeting moment, time didn’t exist.
I wasn’t holding anything fragile.
but maybe I saw a glimpse of my mom today,
and she let me know by breaking this.
Today the picture of my mate
fell off the wall
it’s the only one that won’t stay
and every time I try to fix it
I make it worse.
Some things are meant to get away,
to break
and make you wonder what was so important
about these “things” anyway?