Polaroid—1972
My father’s cigarette smoke, blue-tint grey memory.
Pinochle party, cousins playing hide-n-go seek in the skirts
of our mothers.
Fondue pots of cheese for vegetables gone limp in the dank
air.
Sledding hills and cold breath.
Hot chocolate foamed with marshmallows.
Black hair piled high, brown-eyed mother aching.
Not knowing, not yet.
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