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Saturday, September 27, 2008

grief, (ii)

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black ink, white paper
the girl rages
over things lost forever.

prickly-knuckled pangs
rap at her door
anxious for re-entry.

a moment of respite
from the absence of motion
in her moribund life


she grasps at the shriek in relief.
this must be stage two
she says to herself

she remembers her
breathing lessons and

how costly they were.
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