Thursday, January 30, 2014

I decided I was completely known and loved by some Croatian stranger.
I liked that.
I prayed.
Tiny angels swarmed toward me like bees in single-file and made a halo and flew off.
I preferred this to the thought of calling the doctor in the morning.
Marty, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you at the end.
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 31, 2014 at 2:15 PM

    What a heart-breaking outpouring, here and below. Is it like a death song, or a renewal? Or both?
    God bless.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2014 at 11:27 PM

    love is the great possibility...it's encouraging to see the poem... eric

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 21, 2014 at 11:36 AM

    I think this is one of your best. It says SO MUCH and in so few words. They are both cryptic and utterly comprehensible. They feel somehow like the specific version of universal human experience.

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  5. DianeFebruary 25, 2014 at 9:49 PM

    Hi Molly, you have good self expression. But who is Marty?

    Diane

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