NaPoWriMo (Day 7): Potato

potatoMy grandmother,
now dead,
walks around
in my mother’s dreams.
Only twice
has she come to me.
The first was to ask me a question
—I hesitated—
The next time I saw her
she was sitting at the dining room table,
pealing a potato
like nothing had happened.

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