April 10, 2016


The night that gran drank her perm money

she came down when everyone else was in bed

and laid her arms along the kitchen counter,

to feel the coolness, she said,

like a marble altar.


She had often thought during mass

of what it would be like

to lie flat on the altar,

naked t...

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