While folding laundry, he found his new boxer-briefs.
He was skeptical (they were one size larger than his current collection of underwear).
He ran downstairs to verify.
妈妈你有买短裤给我吗?
Mommy did you buy the underwear for me?
是的。“Yes.“
So he asked again.
and again. and
again. and
again
..
Until she snapped and disavowwed doing any such thing.
He sauntered back upstairs.
I asked him to double check.
..
That first cry opens the earth door.
“Memory Sack” by Joy Harjo, from American Life in Poetry #886
We join the ancestor road.
With our pack of memories
Slung slack on our backs
We venture into the circle
Of destruction,
Which is the circle
Of creation
And make more-
..
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