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I hear your voice echo on the walls of the Tiffany box— hello hello hello hello —with that southern-belle cadence you spoke with always, like when you told us we never had to knock, just come in through the garage on my graduation day I opened it for the first time little silver teardrop on a little silver chain delicate, like all of you, except your fingers delicate, like the line you’re walking now your robin’s-egg antique pickup gathering dust as I am miles away sheepdog going deaf, legs shaky when she stands I only allotted for that one loss this year. on new year’s morning when we all stomached the black eyed peas for tennessee good will hung over and sweet-heavy with cinnamon rolls and decadent, permanent, big hardy love I spent my wish on the usual and hey, maybe a couple more years for the dog. hello hello hello hello hello? your lilting voice echoes every time I put on that necklace and feel you, savor you around my neck for every wine-drunk dinner and every nantucket porch photograph— god if I would have known to wish on that
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
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I hear your voice echo on the walls of the Tiffany box— hello hello hello hello —with that southern-belle cadence you spoke with always, like when you told us we never had to knock, just come in through the garage on my graduation day I opened it for the first time little silver teardrop on a little silver chain delicate, like all of you, except your fingers delicate, like the line you’re walking now your robin’s-egg antique pickup gathering dust as I am miles away sheepdog going deaf, legs shaky when she stands I only allotted for that one loss this year. on new year’s morning when we all stomached the black eyed peas for tennessee good will hung over and sweet-heavy with cinnamon rolls and decadent, permanent, big hardy love I spent my wish on the usual and hey, maybe a couple more years for the dog. hello hello hello hello hello? your lilting voice echoes every time I put on that necklace and feel you, savor you around my neck for every wine-drunk dinner and every nantucket porch photograph— god if I would have known to wish on that
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cr1090
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
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