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—for Pat and Millie
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the mother of my wife is at the brink
in bed addled by her morphine.
who knows what she does or doesn’t think
as it works with her endorphins?
she’s come upon this precipice
where everyone before has once been
some in prime of life, surprised,
some languishing like her in thought-dreams
every peer and time-bound relative she knew
had left her here, behind, to unravel what her life means
her daughter strokes her head and like a kitten, mews,
you’re the only mom beneath this blue
who ever taught me how to sew seams
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by Jim Culleny
2/21/14
Blink 