to the narcissists who taught us to love ourselves & in turn love one another

She would be disappointed

that I didn't prepare anything

She would simply ask

If I was hungry

With no regard to

Whether I was

Or wasn't

With a wooden spoon



With a heavy cream heart

And a bittersweet sauce

A baptism by fire

I feel nothing for loss

Just lost


If I start laughing

You will know I am in pain


Love you Grandma

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