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Family Ties of the American South
Truer now
As it has always been
The grief that comes
When I am alone
Beyond the threshold
I’ve forgotten my place
‘Are you okay? I’m always here if you need to talk’
To mobilize the loss
Into a feast for us all to share
I give the pearls of my heart
And watch you eat them
Chew them
Grind into dust
And wipe the iridescent spit
On my eyes
So I can be something pretty
And lovin...
Friday 22nd November 2024 1:19 am
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