Witness
the surrender
of my mother to grief.
Every day is a funeral
for her girlhood. Every
night is a long
vigil.
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eating the moon
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WITNESS THE SURRENDER
Witness
the surrender
of my mother to grief.
Every day is a funeral
for her girlhood. Every
night is a long
vigil.
