02.07.2012
02.07.2012
“ It is impossible that the child of so many tears should be lost.” St. Ambrose
“ None of us got it his own way. It seemed better that we kept alive.” W. D Snodgrass,‘ Heart’ s Needle’
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All of our options are exhausted. It is like God leaving the room when the oncologist takes his leave.
A man of the cloth comes with oils, and we say your name over and over,“ Hail Mary …”
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Out behind the corpse house in the shade of the evergreens, the undertaker’ s son, relaxing in the passenger seat, sizes up a woman on page 3.
I came seeking directions from him and leave, envying her her health.
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