a shoebox labeled "love letters" stares at me.
i was restless,
had nightmares
about public nudity and ominous life-changing events
earth shook, 5:30 am
woke
and all i remember now is the first thought,
(a thought new to this cali baby who has rocked and rolled with the longest and hardest of tremors)
i don't want to die alone.
in a daze all day because sleep didn't come
now,
(always)
overwhelming desire to be scooped and held and told
"you won't die alone. we're all here with you."
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