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Grandma moved to Los Angeles
last summer, she said
she would miss us so much
she was only going for the weather
and the ocean and bloody mary’s
in the mornings on the beach,
all-you-can-eat-crab
and oysters, oh! unlimited
oysters on Mondays
down by the pier.
We should visit.

On the phone her voice
sounds happy. She lives
by her sister and her last brother.
They play cards all day
and watch Egyptian dramas
on satellite while cracking
dried watermelon seeds
between their teeth,
and church a few times a week,
it gives her a sense of peace.

At home mom says the house
feels cold since grandma’s space
heater is never on anymore.
But I know,
she misses dinner
being ready when she and dad
come home.