Taste: soda water
Sight: a plash of red berry on snow--winter bird poo; withered paleness
Touch: crape and silk; his hand was very cold
Sound: grunting, snoring; laughter; "Dear, dear!"; a high chirping voice and vile accent
Smell: spiced skin
Quotable:
"Trust your anger. It is a demand for love." — Natalie Diaz, Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?, Postcolonial Love Poem
Extra: anxieties and nightmares
A jolt of joy: mom's voice
Grateful for: birds
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