Tag Archive: grieving

Nod Ghosh

Where Your Eyes Used to Be The first time I took you from your grave, there were spaces where your eyes used to be. Your taut middle rippled under my fingers, the patterns in your fur familiar, though the bloating…
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Colleen Maynard

Hands Confronted with the responsibility of viewing the body, it’s good to have as many small tasks to do. Kneeling on the padded bench becomes a slow dance. Contents are now at eye level. Look downcast for reverence (you’re too…
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