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In 1965 my mother was fourteen

and her mother was taking

independent study with a young professor

at Goddard:

John Keats

Marshall McLuhan

Quantum Physics

Middle Ages

On a Friday night at his house

he steamed an entire cauliflower

covered it in melted yellow cheddar cheese.

Played the songs of Leonard Cohen.

After clearing the table he kissed

my mother in the hall.

-Hannah

Grandparents

Days spent indoors
Moving from room to room
The excitement all gone
Feeling buried alive

Relinquish passion to weariness
The small things add up
Little by little they stacked up high
Slowly deciding to check yourself in

Extreme measures don't count for much
Involuntary motions cannot be forced
A machine-produced inhalation is not a breath
How selfish it was to make you stay

There really is no reason to keep going
If you do not want to

-KM