If legacy means long arms—
my grandfather’s smile
stitched to the gap
in my teeth, then
when I die, make
me a golem
from a palmful
of dirt and torn
pocket of time, with arms
long enough to reach
you, to play
with the fringes at your waist.
Legacy
February 1, 2025
Image by warmtail
February 2025
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