At 49 i am tired.

Exhausted by death.

My pair of nonnas

Both of my nonnos.

My three cousins who died tragically in their 20’s.

Clients accidentally injecting too much heroin.

The deepest hole-

The deepest cut-

My beloved, complicated mother.

The irony is that death will never end.

Texts and emails and phone calls will never stop.

i breathe in.

tears when i try and breathe out.

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i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.

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adriana suriano

adriana suriano

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i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.