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For My Wife Who Died on a Late August Day Much Like Today I tried to reassemble her, like building a house of cards, but sections kept crumbling, like her mind. Snow was in the air. Snow was in her words, never settling on anything. Snow accumulated in the hem of my heart. That’s the thing about snow. It never lasts, and when it’s gone, it comes back when you least need it. There is no comfort in this. I know. I tucked her in a comforter to her chin. Her feeble smile haphazardly appeared. What did she see, when nothing was anything she could remember?
She did not recognize me, and it did not matter. I have been shoveling ever since, although nothing stays.
Martin Willitts, Jr. has four new chapbooks: “The Girl Who Sang Forth Horses” (Pudding House Publications, 2010), “Van Gogh’s Sunflowers for Cezanne” (Finishing Line Press, 2010), “True Simplicity” (Poets Wear Prada, 2011), and “My Heart Is Seven Wild Swans Lifting” (Slow Trains, 2011). Martin is a regular contributor to The Centrifugal Eye.
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She went to that place where snow goes. What did she take along with her?