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Poetry | September 2009

Let Go

By Jessica Cuello

Dropped my infant son while changing hips, bent
Red-faced at the party; it was just
Once. All the hours he fit against me,
Perfectly, I smelled his hair.
Proverb of happiness: Grandfather’s life
Ends, then father
Dies — then son.

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