Sandra
Orange slices in a plastic baggie
44 oz of a slushie daily
Short hair that never changed
butt cheeks hanging over the seat
We had nothing in common
yet Her's was the first Christmas card every year
She was married
no children
She'd look at me like I was speaking another language
when I spoke
She farted once
and looked at me like I did it
Her name was Sandra
but went by Sandy
Never saw her in a dress or dressed up
It was always comfort clothes
She had cancer
then it went away
I don't remember asking her about it
About how she's doing
I never thought I'd miss her
but I do.
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