i can finally sit in a place that honors you mom.

not the 6-roommate house with a dirty couch

even dirtier carpet.

you never got to see it.

i use your memory

in the way i keep this place

the way i shop for bargains at marshall’s.

the way i promised you i would marry for love

because you never could.

adriana suriano
adriana suriano

Written by adriana suriano

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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