On Her 83rd Birthday: On Her 86th Birthday




On Her 83rd Birthday 






Someone asked about the two women 
in the photograph, she looked down and fiddled 


with the pages, didn’t want to tell. 
That’s my sister, and she’s her lover. 


After they mentioned the disease, 
I thought about my aunt’s carved chest, 


the lace handkerchiefs inside. 
they were soft, scented like my aunt.





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