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There is no single moment of loss, there is
an amassing. The disbeliever sleeps at an angle
in the bed.
— A nice (you know, sad-nice) bit from Stacie Cassarino’s Zero at the Bone (2009)/here. Via Lucy, whose poetry-reading ranges farther than mine in a guilt-inducing but educational way.