A Keeper
My mother takes my infant self out of the deep freeze and places her on the counter to thaw. I do this every year on your birthday, mom whispers. It’s odd seeing her tenderly unwind the plastic film protecting tiny fingers from freezer burn—this woman who sent me back to bed alone after each dream. She enfolds the feet until icy toes start to wiggle, legs kick. My infant self looks so happy, I can’t stop staring. I reach down to hold her. We can’t leave her out too long, my mother warns, she’ll start to look like you.
Photo Credit: Stacy Benton
Such a vision and deep as any story can be. Only weird can do this. Thank you.
Brilliant. Love it
Love it!