After my mother’s death, her belongings devitalized Her furniture: tables and chairs in a secondhand store Her flatware; somewhat less than service for eight Her clothes: just rags in some cartons for Goodwill Floating lifeless amputated from person place time All wrapped up with some flowers, and a plain pine box A graveside ceremony, a …
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