I've been distracted by #ShortStorySeptember, but oh! 'Transfiguration and Death' on page 59 is just heartbreaking: this is the 1st verse:
'Small, birdlike, brisk, industrious and mean,
towards the end she couldn't keep things clean:
thirsty, we couldn't bring ourselves to drink
without first washing glasses, but the sink
itself was covered with a film of grease,
the tea-towels smeary, everything of a piece.'
— Sep 24, 2025 09:25PM
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