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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4033 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Quitter’s Lament Laurel K. Dodge This is when I miss them most: on nights when fireflies swarm the weeping willow like constellations pulling themselves apart, or days when the rain falls hard, stoning me for everything I’ve done or haven’t, the smell of surfaced worms filling my nostrils, or when I extend the minutes with ins and outs, the soul manifested as smoke, a cobra lured from its basket, or after you take my breath and I forget briefly who I am, the limits of skin and what love is. |
