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Trilogy
I followed the ambulance hell to hell.
Her words stung, but I leaned in
close to the buzzing strings
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Who sees a woman whole, even when she sings
an old, dirty song in a metal bed?
When earth gapes for her.
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But then a daughter's word tore me,
and I saw soft globes inside
coated with gold jelly—trembling, Mother.
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