I
a miracle:
you are more beautiful at twenty-
five than sixteen
II
laundry on a summer day, the high blue
sky, the wet sheets heavy, unmanageable,
III
I am making the bed,
tossing the sheet,
smooth the corners, the
hospital tuck, pillow,
pillow, blanket
IV
the next time I check
there’s another hole,
beneath the left atrium,
staring back at me
V
buy a gun. buy a big gun,
that makes your hand feel
important, that makes your
heart leap every time
you touch
VI
there is an art to loss,
words you must never use,
you must never scream, fall to the floor in animal
grief, gnaw your hand free of the wrist,
leave your heart in the grave-dirt
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"you are more beautiful at twenty-five than sixteen"...wow! That's just a great strong way to start this off. "animal grief"...you just get better and better, gahh =] Great job!
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Yay! Now I'll be smiling all day.
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i love this, i think twenty - five should all be together?
vi - excellent.
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i did that thinking i didn't want to pin it down to one age. twenty-whatever
but then it does sound a bit funny. i'll think on it.
thank you.
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