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4 de Diciembre 2007
little woman
Dear Emma,
the whispers of loved ones are unquieted tonight.
We will all bury the dead along the way. But will we also bury parts of ourselves?
the strongest parts?
and how will we mourn?
with tears and screams?
sheets spread in the wind, basements flood with inches of water.
sisters marry, cats purr.
lace turns brown and light bulbs pop when they are giving up.
things around are full of life, full of the winds and rain that come with December.
Advent is here. but i have given up smoking; how will i wait for the Christ child now? how will i keep myself warm among the dripping awnings and bus stops?
how will i wait?
how old will i be when i finally grow up?
i love you, and i hope you won't drink too much... and when your dreams come true you will get your washer and dryer back; i have faith in those kind of things... appliances and basements and double paned windows.
whatever makes it home, that is what i will believe in, that is where my heart waits for the christ
the baby in the hay.
Abigail
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