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In the other universe By Kelley Jean White I make it through Christmas dinner in the year of our separation without growing the claws and beaked voice of a Harpy. I do not scream about money in the driveway in front of your father's nine car garage. I hold myself with dignity. I clear the table. I do not drive sobbing through the night until a cop pulls me over, lost, on a corner under the shadow of two steeples in New Hampshire. I know New Hampshire. I know my children's home. |
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