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justen-ahren
Martha's Vineyard My collection, A Strange Catechism was published in 2013. I teach writing workshops in Martha's Vineyard, Italy and Mexico.
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When a soul is ready, it sheds its ghost skin, takes off its clear feathers like a rain. The doctors examine and prescribe to my body, but no one says Greive until the heart's faulty core, hung in curtains, can be rebuilt. Nothing they give me fills the hole. Still my mind holds every dream I had for you. An entire house prepared. The tiles on the floor are cold. The hallway of the maternity wing is fluorescent and cold. I am afraid nothing else will happen. I won't die of this. I'll just go on walking in the numb past, missing you sitting in the chair by the window, knees curled up, waiting for that one bird I grew inside to release his song.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
justen-ahren
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When a soul is ready, it sheds its ghost skin, takes off its clear feathers like a rain. The doctors examine and prescribe to my body, but no one says Greive until the heart's faulty core, hung in curtains, can be rebuilt. Nothing they give me fills the hole. Still my mind holds every dream I had for you. An entire house prepared. The tiles on the floor are cold. The hallway of the maternity wing is fluorescent and cold. I am afraid nothing else will happen. I won't die of this. I'll just go on walking in the numb past, missing you sitting in the chair by the window, knees curled up, waiting for that one bird I grew inside to release his song.
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