My Own Bohemia

When my grandma dropped us off at the terminal she hid her tears behind perscription sunglasses and her pink lipstick smile. she is so beautiful and loving and sometimes when she laughs i get a glimpse of the girl she must have been so many years ago in the hills of West Virginia. Someday I will be an old woman too and when i am

I hope I laugh just like she does. 

I am heading home in cowgirl boots and dreamcatcher earrings- getting ready to watch a Box DVD set about a serial killer with a quirky smile and eat the 100 calorie popcorn we bought this morning. I already miss the Texas sunflowers and dizzy windmills and smell of bacon in the morning. I miss you complaining about the heat and his stupid cowboy jokes ad riding in the backseat of a golden car with my Ed Hardy loving boyfriend. I miss the bike rides on gravel roads, the pedicures by short haired brunnettes just out of prison, the baseball games we knew the Rangers couldn’t win, the grumpy gorillas and animal loving Quakers at the zoo. I miss the way you kissed me in the rose garden before i took our picture and sneaking into your bedroom to ask you how you like your eggs in the morning. I miss finding stories I wrote on my grandma’s old typewriter stuffed away in random drawers- stories that have been there for years but she never threw away. Even though they were shit she loved me too much and I don’t think I could ask for better grandparents. I miss our vacation world we escaped to for a week but it’s time to fly back to reality.

I’m just glad I’ll be sitting next to you.