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  • 12/12/06, with edits, as yet untitled.

    Estelle parked her walker, sat on the couch, and died. That’s the story. She was born, she lived, and she died. Still.   Yesterday had been a little better to Estelle.  Her head didn’t hurt so much, and her skin didn’t droop so low.  Her voice didn’t shake and could be heard over the air…

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    I don’t remember you, and I’m sorry instead, my head is filled with thoughts and memories of people not worth remembering not worth considering I see his eyes, dark, and alive and yours, dark, and dead