Came across this photo of an old journal entry dating back to 1999. It’s a poem. Just in case you can’t read the writing, I’ve provided the text below. I kind of like it! But I would make some edits, including some different line breaks and a change of a few words. But I’ve provided the unedited text below.
October. It seems now like the lake is never calm,
Always grey or dark blue and heavy with cold.
Rough. Not rough like my auntie’s hands.
Rough like the marangue on my mom’s pie.