--but there's still groceries to buy

           I expected acceptance                    Typing in our old home phone

To drive by like the mailman                    In the self-checkout system

   Dropped off like a package                    Knowing (910) 949-9988

      Landing like a gut-punch                    Hasn't existed in years

            But acceptance came                    And the house it once belonged to

                  And I didn't notice                    Belongs to someone else

  Months later, looking back                    Life keeps going

I think that was the moment--               And my parents are dead

                                    --but there's still groceries to buy

Jaleigh Jensen is a North Carolinian at heart with roots all over the west. Currently farming in Utah, she processes the sanctity of home, the complexity of traumatic grief, and the beauty