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Elegy at 6.6137 N, 3.3553 E
I met my father's eyes for the first time
when she passed
I wanted a language to say goodbye
I never wanted his eyes.
The Seven Corporal Mercies
Each time, before I leave, I look to be sure that my mother is breathing, holding my own breath until I see her chest move gently, almost invisibly.
The Watcher
“His face was haggard, scattered with gray stubble and damp with sweat. In the air between them was the musky odor of bourbon. “I am weary with my moaning,” he moaned. “All night I make my bed swim.” He looked at her, and even as she looked away, Kate was sure his gaze was lingering on her breasts.”
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