“I used to pray”

I used to pray
for the ability to remember.
You see, my grandmother
turned out best at forgetting.
and I remember late nights
where she would call out to
her husband to come to bed
so she could sleep
when he had been in the earth
for years
the details of his death
were eased out of her memory
like how the ocean swiftly
wipes out love notes in sand
but the joy of sea toes
is, turns out, immortal
she took it with her to rest
400km from his bed of now
I never really knew their love
But some days I laugh so loud
all my blood comes alive
and we all remember
again

— Liyana Dizzy, 28

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