Eccentric grandmothers

There is an unfinished portrait

on my wall

of a woman without perspective

living through time

unadorned, without beauty

or grace,

she does not speak,

she doesn’t need to,

she chews the fabric,

and whistles for food.

Beauty never was a slave

to the beholder

or my mother’s mother.

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