23.07.02 - 10:59 p.m.

jonah i am making you mixtapes to listen to
in the car, from your carseat, to dance
to with your fat little baby legs
in the air, fingers curling around nothing,
to sing along with when your mouth finds words,
the way to say
this little light of mine, im gonna let it shine.
you were a phonecall in the hall outside
my bedroom once - a sit down i have something to
tell you.
we called you texas and jesus for months
(rejected kitten names), pretended you were
a dinosaur growing huge inside our roommate,
making pilates difficult, craving cinnamon toast.
youre twice as old as you were to begin with, officially -
jen and crystal dance and jump in synchrony
just to make you smile and we let you chew on our
noses, handbags, eyeglasses because you do it
without asking, so confident. because of your
giggle when new teeth sink in too hard
and someone yelps, then laughs.

ossi dei morti

love
auntie astrid



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