I carry my grief in my armpit
just so I can keep it warm,
and though some times the smell
escapes, at least I’m not alone.
You won’t find me in sleeveless shirts
or shaving off my hair, for
as long as she lives in my lymph
I’d like to keep her there.
Stop and sink,
so just keep swimming;
always keep your fin up.
(Rest in Peace, Mama Cooter)
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