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The museum has a photograph Of a pair of shoes from 9/11, A pair of black high heel shoes That are scuffed on the sides. And seeing them Brings me back To that day, Planes hitting, Bodies falling, Or how … Continue reading

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Pronoun

I am sitting in my station wagon, Thinking about pronouns, or how When my husband came home, The men from Afghanistan would Write my husband letters, saying, Come back, How they would ask him, To bring his wife, his children, … Continue reading

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