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Things We Do Not Talk Of
By Laurel Speer
We do not talk of the possibility one of my children
might die or be killed, prompting a call from my
unregretted ex-husband.
Wouldn't that be the only reason he'd call -
to tell me one of the children was lying on a slab
waiting his transmission of news?
But wait a minute, those children are all grown
and out on their own.
It doesn't matter.
These are the worst parts and we say let every day
be inconsequential rather than take away the few
things that keep our walls standing.