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24 pages, Unknown Binding
First published September 29, 2012
In the face of absence or worse
Your selfish love looks like a gift
Still you left me and I leave
The porch light on for you
You, out carousing with Death
Drunk with abundance, weaving
Arm in arm to the music, we sway
As a shadow staggers in the doorway
Returned not to celebrate or mourn
But to curse the day we were born.