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markings on the wall

When we packed our things from paint-chipped
cupboards, and made peace with stains of wine on
the carpet- too permanent to move out with us; we
couldn’t help but mourn the laddered led ticks on the
back wall of our washroom, each mark labeled with a
name and year. How I wished I could saw out the
slab of drywall for it knew more than anyone,
what it means to grow.

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Kimilee Norman

Kimilee Norman writes humbly from her apartment in Tampa, Florida alongside her pitbull and fiancée. She is still trying to decide which non-dairy milk is superior- almond or coconut. She is in her final year of studying Technical Writing at the University of South Florida.