Disapproval
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I remember
Being dressed,
And I remember
Giving the last
Rites to a
Baby in the
Hospital Room
I remember
What the body
Had looked like
Shivering from
Personality hardening like clay,
Should I pick it up and throw it away?
Worried about how you will scold me after I come home today,
I’m afraid of the stains of the “play”,
As you always would say.
She swam through silvery mist
accustomed as she had become to it
