My most prominent fear is aging.
My bones brittle and skin spotting, crawling away from me, my mind and thoughts deteriorating with the rest of me.
I see my grandmama and
I don't think
I've ever seen
All her stories,
all the different ways she's
loved and fought and
Little pieces of her scattered everywhere,
she's been bulldozed and built over.
Still seeing a field where a building blocks the sun, she sees a corner mom-and-pop store where there isn't one.
And in this way,