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Coffins Side-by-Side

            I felt a funeral in my brain—Emily Dickinson bumble bees fly one flower to the next a familiar family tradition, three—punctual, one, two—then the third falls. Triple equals lethargy, loneliness—fated family archives our Bible of Tradition these sets of three— … Continue reading

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