“Seven” by Marianne Worthington

My friend claims she saw her mom
skipping away to heaven
right after she died. I did
not see mine dance though her voice
follows me around her house
as I shovel out her things—
Don’t touch that. I need that. Please.

-Marianne Worthington

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