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Mort and Mom
Mort and his mom (Rae Marcus)

Mother

When I lose
my mother

I have only
to look

into a cabinet
or crawl

into a closet

The dust
speaks her name

and smoothes
my dampness

caresses
my hair

Her name
is not

really spoken
Nothing is said

What
I hear

is myself
being whispered

through the voice
of a nest


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