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  • claudia emerson'in siirlerinden biri.

    for three years you lived in your house
    just as it was before she died: your wedding
    portrait on the mantel, her clothes hanging
    in the closet, her hair still in the brush.
    you have told me you gave it all away
    then, sold the house, keeping only the confirmation
    cross she wore, her name in cursive chased
    on the gold underside, your ring in the same

    box, those photographs you still avoid,
    and the quilt you spread on your borrowed bed—
    small things. months after we met, you told me she had
    made it, after we had slept already beneath its loft
    and thinning, raveled pattern, as though beneath
    her shadow, moving with us, that dark, that soft.
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