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"What the Living Do"
-Marie Howe

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil
probably fell down there.
And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty
dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the
everyday we spoke of.
...

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of
myself in the window glass,
say the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a
cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face and unbuttoned coat
that I'm speechless:
I am living. I remember you.