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  • Writer's pictureEmily Misura

separate clauses

it's a hard thing,

this lucid living:

sitting on a donated couch

in an already-sold house

with someone whose grave

I had just visited.

"but I've been to your


the words unspun

from tangled teeth.

It was hard to know

just what to say;

so into the void left

by contradiction rang out

"... well, I guess...

how have you been?"

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