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Poetry

Cursive

Unfolding an old note from my mother

inked on a scrap, hurriedly yet purposeful

I trace over every line like canals in the paper

The curves of my letters are starting to look like hers

just like the curves of my hips

Genetics, maybe

or the inheritance of

the weight of the words that weren’t ours to bear

 

 

 

Author: Samantha Martin
Email: goodkarmacleveland@gmail.com
Author Bio: Samantha is a connector of words and thoughts and people, an instructor of yoga, student of the universe, tarot reader, affirmation architect, chronic wanderer, cancer survivor, dog mom, fanny pack enthusiast, deep belly laugher and tree appreciator. You can find her work, her observations and her musings at goodkarmacleveland.com or on Instagram @goodkarmacleveland.
Link to social media or website: http://goodkarmacleveland.com

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by Samantha Martin

Samantha is a connector of words and thoughts and people, an instructor of yoga, student of the universe, tarot reader, affirmation architect, chronic wanderer, cancer survivor, dog mom, fanny pack enthusiast, deep belly laugher, and tree appreciator. You can find her work, her observations, and her musings at goodkarmacleveland.com or on Instagram @goodkarmacleveland.


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