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grief
by Angela Thomasthe only word to describe your mother's funeral
is surreal. it's a bit like i'd imagine my wedding
day would be, if i ever had one. all of these people
would show up from the far reaches to wish me well
and ask to help in any small way. i greeted,
managed, settled disputes, and broke bread. at the end
of the day, i got sloshed. laying on what used to be
my mother's couch, and was now, for all intents
and purposes, mine, i felt a little like wanting
to walk into her room, bug her while she was taking
out her dentures, and pinch her bottom. like so many
other nights before. instead, i poured another little
shot of liquid mind eraser into my mouth before the tears
could start up. and the rest is all darkness from there. 03/29/2010 Posted on 03/29/2010
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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