The Day She Died

June 22, 2013

Ever since they moved
into the apartment with carpet
she liked to fly.
She would dive head first
off of any structure
that held her feet
“without giving a damn for rugburn”
her mother said.
Her father just laughed
and would swoop in “like an airplane”
catch her mid-flight
and give her the hugs she loved
until the day she died.

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