69. Aftermath

Mom’s death moved the tectonic plates in my soul.


My coastline is no longer where it was.

My mountains raised a couple of feet.

My axis shifted by several centimeters.

My rotation is totally off — each day a

microsecond shorter.

My landscape is forever altered, yet


I walk along the same unrecognizable earth.

Go right ahead.

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