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The Almost Poet
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Grandmother’s Hands
Sometimes my grandmother’s hands
Behind my own.
Clutch a long, brown cigarette
Between bone.
The smell of her ghost:
Dashed ash along
A rope of smoke—
How do I hold her?
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Jason Blakely
August 17, 2009 at 8:17 AM
"Dashed ash along / A rope of smoke—" !
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"Dashed ash along / A rope of smoke—" !
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