Ur “What the Living Do”, 1997
Porten (Marie Howe, 1950 - )
The Gate I had no idea that the gate I would step through would be the space my brother's body made. He was but grown, himself by then, rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to And he'd say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard And he'd say, This, sort of looking around.
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