Happiness. It's relative.
I knew Sallie when
She cooked for me, linked arms
Taught me to put hard bread in too salty soup
To soak up the mistake
That’s what she believed
Everything could be fixed
If we gathered more coats, held candles
Welcomed all babies, early or not
She was feral in this world, gathering up
People and ferns, the tender parts, oblivious
When I left her, I kissed her cheek and said thank you
For things she had forgotten she’d done
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