Reassembing - A Poem
I was sick
Grandma was over
It was just us
and a puzzle
Little Red Riding Hood
We were in
my parent's room
working on
the wood pieces
slowly
She was probably
around the age
I am right now
Like me, younger
than I imagined
The room
the house
she, me, life
was all smaller
than I knew
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