Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'The Night Ahead' by Tom French | Page 22

3. Saint Vincent ' s
The atrium is filled with us, the bereaved of the last year, gathered together, waiting for the wax in the candles to set before we can take them away, our faces still warm from their heat, and go back to our lives with crocus bulbs in our pockets like change, to plant when we get home.
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