Song: Post Mortem
Although I can see her still
above the cutting board
mincing ginger and dill,
and now she is leaning toward
my lips in candlelight,
and we have moved to the bed,
and she will spend the night,
that girl, my girl, is . . .
. . . . . . .
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[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-23/v23/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 23), Summer 2017