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begins. Nothing left
to give up other than Jesus
himself. My father fasts
involuntarily, because
it’s too hard to eat.
Ash Wednesday long
overdue. It’s possible
he’ll blossom into a spring
grave. I wonder if he’ll live
to see the daffodils bloom.
I wonder whether anything will
save him, how long to wait
for the haunting
to end. |
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