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Grief and Other Armageddons

by Celeste Noelani McLean

It is the baby’s still birthday, so
I dust his urn with my fingertips
The only care-taking I do now
He is dead

The other children get my
Unremarkable busy-day parenting,
Utility of soft white sandwich bread and
Tight-as-you-can embraces Continue reading

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