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two prose poems about death1.two prose poems about death
Her mother had never been enamored with the idea of having a writer daughter. And now she lay with x’s for eyes, 23, arms crossed over ribs, in a dress too tasteful for her ever to have worn in life.
Her mother thinks, where are your metaphors now?
2. 1985. They left the club hand in hand. Whales were suspended in the air above them, slick and sleek. One had never been with a boy before, the other had been with exactly one, once.
As they walked home to infect each other, all they could feel was a sense of relief that they’d found their place. All they could do was s
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Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
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you won't be laughing when your front lawn's spangled with epitaphs
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