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|In the other universe|
By Kelley Jean White
I make it through Christmas dinner
in the year of our separation
the claws and beaked voice of a Harpy.
I do not scream about money
in the driveway in front of your father's nine
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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