No shame or remembrance
of the dead
I click with winter bone hands
but hers were
not this hard
ever deep and making room for
the things in them
why did we leave her
with only tissue to hold
She never feels Away
but I cannot get back
we left her somewhere
and my breaking hands shrink
with shame
or remembrance
of where I left the dead.
April 15, 2010
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