Raised By Wolves

My niece creeps around like a ghost. She wears oversized hoodies that cover her beautiful face and walks from room to room flopping on furniture and reading. She likes books about vampire kids, and wears black nail polish. She's over the whole family, I think. I don't blame her, she's about to be thirteen.

My mother is constantly searching. She doesn't sit still for very long, and always remembers something that she should be doing in another room halfway through doing something else. A lot of stuff stays undone.

I went to Texas with my Aunt once, and got stopped by security because she was wearing a belt buckle the size of a devilled egg platter. She's that kind of awesome old lady. She smokes cigarettes and checks out dudes asses. She's had a face like a doll for her whole life but she's never really been happy since I've known her.

My cousin is a whirlwind. She goes from zero to hysterical in like half a second over the randomest things. She's always got some new boyfriend. He's never a very nice person. She thinks life just happens to people, and there's not much they can do about it. She starts a lot of sentences with "With my luck".

My grandfather used to be my calm little island in the middle of all of them. When the energy got too hectic in the kitchen at family functions, I'd sneak off and sit on the floor next to his reclining chair and watch sports with him. Silently. He'd hold a conversation if I started one, but he was fine just sitting there too.

Since he passed away going home isn't the same. Can you imagine spazzy little *me* being the calmest person in the house? I take a LOT of smoke breaks, and walk around the property remembering stuff.

I used to climb this almond tree when I was 9 years old.




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Work is awesome lately, I got 2 dope new projects. Of course I can't tell you about them, but I'll tell you what I can when they get interesting.

Sweet Dreams.