My Grandmother’s Ghost

Or something like that. My grandmother and my mother kept things like flour and sugar in jars. I do the same. My sugar jar has a scoop in it that was in my grandmother’s sugar jar.

I have a little cabinet next to the stove that has shelves made from old fruit boxes and an ill-fitted door. The top of the cabinet is open and it admits light from the scullery on the other side of the wall.

I was making coffee early this morning and saw this:ghostsAlthough, honestly, if my grandmother were to appear from the beyond, it would be as a distinct blackness somewhere well-lit.

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One Response to My Grandmother’s Ghost

  1. queershoulder says:

    I love you. A lot.

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