dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Friday, March 03, 2006

1979


Grandpa smelled like cigarettes and beer. His eyes were watery.

One year, he gave me a necklace--a heart-shaped pendant of pretend diamonds on a golden chain. I think he gave the same one to some of my cousins.

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