Anna
I grabbed my keys
from my nightstand
and walked out to my car.
The crisp morning winter air
brushes against my coat
and I hug myself tight.
The white powdery thick sheet
of blinding white snow
makes me shield my eyes.
Like always,
I want to touch it.
I reach down
ignoring my grandma's calls.
"Anna! Don't f*king touch
the snow without your damn gloves on!"
her voice is an angry shriek.
I brush my bare fingers
against the hard powder
and ice meets my nerves.
I brush my fingers together
rubbing it to gather warmth.
I turn around to my mom.
"I'm heading out today," I say.
Grandma looks at me weirdly.
"Why're you always going out?
You better not be those банда жінки, gang women!
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I rolled my eyes and turned
to look at my grandma in the eyes.
Her dark eyes
rimmed with shadowy bags
from work stress.
Her short silver hair
a tangle of mess.
"I'm not," I said
sticking my hands
in my coat pocket.
Grandma gives me a look
searching my face from
a couple feet away.
She doesn't have her glasses on
right now
so she might not be able
to figure out if I'm lying or not.
I still don't know
how Grandma does this.
It had always fascinated me.
I blow out a breath
and turn my entire body
to face my grandma.
"Close the door, бабуся, Grandma,"
I say loud enough
for her ancient ears to hear.
"You're gonna be cold."
Grandma lingers by the door
a little longer
in her loose pajamas.
I sigh again.
"I'm going to see my дівчина, girlfriend,"
I give my grandma a smile.
"Rose is sick."
Grandma gives me a lingering stare
before turning around into the house
and locking the door behind her.
I sigh and turn back around
to walk to my car.
I switch the car on
and the heater brings to life.
I forgot to preheat the car
so I'm basically freezing right now.
My body is bouncy
as I buckle myself
with my shaky hands.
I stare at the sky
vast blue with puffy white clouds
not to mention the blinding sun.
I pull out of the driveway
and drive to the nearest store.
I want to give Rose something
something she'll be happy to feel
when she wakes up.
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