Decolonycities poem

Decolonycities poem

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A poem written for a film Decolonycities, a project by Yolanda Gutierrez with The Museum am Rothenbaum - Kulturen und Künste der Welt
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Aine is on her way to a nursing home placement when her granddaughter gives her a toy goblin, but SETI has other ideas. "I don't want to go." I sat beside my daughter, who had the most miserable expression I'd seen on her in 19 years of life. She held a backpack with woefully little room for 65 years of my collection. Outside the window of the bus, I watched old mansions of Inman Park with their dead trees and bushes. I guess that's me, now. "Granny, I don't want you to go, either." Luna, my 4 year-old granddaughter, hugged me with her smelly goblin toy my daughter's sorry ex gave her for her birthday last week.

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