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Apr 2020
hasn’t moved. She lost him
to tests and tubes. Two years
in a ward harboring a sedulous
eye, searching for signs of life

that cost her fifteen years
on doctor’s couches and
chairs. Friends came and
went. Too occupied to listen. Six

feet are nowt juxtaposed
to twenty years. Everybody
complains. But to her
it’s all the same.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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