and she was the best, people said,
but the particulars had turned on her--
her life had become one long pause
between the details--
"How did this happen?"
she wondered aloud as she stacked them
neatly next to her bed,
in the kitchen, on top of the desk
and in boxes in the basement--
one day she would get to them.
The mail arrives wrapped
in damp spider silk
and news to keep me
spinning for a week.
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