elementia age
Writing
Off to Prom We Go
By Peggy YinI tried on a mermaid dress the other day, and waddled two steps before stripping it off;
I saw how it snagged on my hips and clutched at my chest,
the same way I gripped the towels we tripped in so many years ago—
our hair, stringy and streaming from the community pool
aunties' feet
By Octavia WilliamsBony fingers whipping, winding, wrinkling ‘cross my scalp
Heat near ears - don’t do it - yep, she’s scalded me
“Girl, don’t wail like that!” Popped with comb
Wince and whine, smile inside - aunties like this are rare
No they’re not, dime a dozen, priceless