soon
after heaven
took
so much
we stood
in the padded
room
where once
our mother
stood-
shreds of gowns
still unsettled
teased our hair
grey-
nothing
between us
we hugged
as two
late arriving
wraiths-
you bent
for the head
of a black
pushpin
but thought
better
to leave it
whether eye or mouth
we’d have to see
the doll
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
soon
after heaven
took
so much
we stood
in the padded
room
where once
our mother
stood-
shreds of gowns
still unsettled
teased our hair
grey-
nothing
between us
we hugged
as two
late arriving
wraiths-
you bent
for the head
of a black
pushpin
but thought
better
to leave it
whether eye or mouth
we’d have to see
the doll
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