this is the month that everything happened

the roll of film for february. Kodak 400. Canon AF35M
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photo captions posing as poetry
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this is the month that everything happened. from loss to gain to loss again. the art on the walls. the people I cried in front of. the ones who picked me up. the almost-unbearable weight of love from the ones who have no good reason to love me. leaving the house in the evenings. the three of them in my kitchen, still cracks me wide open to think of it. my hometown in the thick fog. my sister's twins, born the day after a Valentine's Day I didn't celebrate. the good with the bad, a beginning, an ending. the funeral on my mother's birthday. the same cemetery from my first memory at 3 years old. my second home. all my family, all at once. and the stage I sang on. (think I aged 10 years this month.)