—for Mama remember this. she is standing by the furnace. the coals glisten like rubies. her hand is crying. her hand is clutching a sheaf of papers. poems. she gives them up. they burn jewels into jewels. her eyes are animals. each hank of her hair is a serpent's obedient wife. she will never recover. remember. there is nothing you will not bear for this woman's sake. Anonymous submission.
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