She draws:

1 13 2

Then I stitch:


i promise
cross my heart
and hope to die
(which never sounded quite so
seriously serious
before now when
i’ve gotten a bit of
age on me.
age that makes me quite fluent
in worry)
that on sunday,
if not tomorrow night,
i am going to lightly starch,
iron, and find better lighting
to snap new photos.
then i think we’ll
really be cooking with gas.

(There are 2 pen strokes in this drawing.)


She draws, I stitch.
She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
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