By Cathryn Shea
My sister’s Doc Martens leapt at me and teased until I slid my feet into them. Nancy attaches to me today, her malapropisms and silly jokes. The last air she breathed has moved into my living room. Her Docs cast a spell.
Now her famous potato salad has attached itself to the middle shelf of my refrigerator, the same recipe she used to make every day at Don’s Sandwich Shop when her loyal lunch crowd craved more. Her bits and pieces have attached to me. It’s like a new report from 23andMe.
What percentage of me is Nancy?
Cathryn Shea’s latest chapbook, It’s Raining Lullabies, is available from Dancing Girl Press, 2017.