She was our neighbor.
She stole our pumpkins.
Overfed our dogs.
On the day I took her
To the hospital
She called me by someone else’s name
the nicest lady ever.
I’ve always really loved this pic.
I see my grandfather at a clay pigeon shoot
I see that we are somewhere in Tennessee.
I see my daughter in the picture
–but it’s me.
It is just that I am the age that she is now.
I don’t know who took it.
Nor does anyone else I know.
From the Facebook Status Updates of two friends. I heard a “found” poem. So I stole them.