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After scary sickness, weeks in bed, today I’m better. Head clear. Body hollow, sixteen pounds shed in sweat and snot. So I call Dial-A-Lawyer, write a will by phone. Drive to the city, Social Security to register my daughter who is unknown by the state, born at home one year to this date. Bring her along as proof. Paperwork. Plan a death and record a birth. My beloved bakes a cake. One candle. I’m still a bit shaky. Can’t rest. Where’s my tool belt? It’s time to build toys. A wagon. A house. Soon. A life for this daughter.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
Birthday, 1979
After scary sickness, weeks in bed, today I’m better. Head clear. Body hollow, sixteen pounds shed in sweat and snot. So I call Dial-A-Lawyer, write a will by phone. Drive to the city, Social Security to register my daughter who is unknown by the state, born at home one year to this date. Bring her along as proof. Paperwork. Plan a death and record a birth. My beloved bakes a cake. One candle. I’m still a bit shaky. Can’t rest. Where’s my tool belt? It’s time to build toys. A wagon. A house. Soon. A life for this daughter.
first published in Snapdragon Winter 2016
joe-cottonwood
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
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