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Heaven by Becca

8/8/2020

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Picture
Grandpa is laying on a floating dock
His gills filling with ocean songs
Waves of breath floating at a shallow depth
And crashing with unconsciousness
Or perhaps the deepest layers of consciousness unknown to us mere mortals
He’s a merman now
Swimming with his beloved
My grandma with her porcelain skin and soft voice
Whispers of melodic Parkinson’s skewed her songs into theta waves of pure emotion
Grandpa reaches into the void where he enjoys eating strawberries and chocolates
While talking to his mother
My great grandma Anna
Everyone says I look like her
I smile and remember the taste of dried strawberry dust from Roca
Kneeling in the dirt with ladybugs and Tinkerbelle
Weeding through the rows of firetruck, sun and pearl berries
Finding the juiciest and most succulent ones to top dad’s cheesecake
His love blossoms in pastries
Decadent, creamy delights
Fueled with fire and water
Creating an Earthsong of affection
Something to smack our lips on and lick off sticky fingers
I eat cheesecake for breakfast because treats like this don’t come around too often
Grandpa is swimming in the liquid that fills his lungs
We all start our lives immersed in water
Only fitting to end it this way
A sailor’s euphoric departure from this dry world
Into the blue of deep and tranquil oceans
Ethereal and weightless
Surfing on the backs of manta rays
And sleeping in turtle shells
I eat corals and betel nut wrapped in curry leaves
Like I did on silent evenings in Didhoofinolhu
The Maldivian nicotine that proceeded smoking brown sugar
When the constellations turned 180 degrees in a fog of stars
Nights so clear you could taste heaven
The cream and berries of dad’s cheesecake
And my grandparents swimming in the lagoon around me


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