SHE NO LONGER IS
a poem
by Carrie Jones
My mother has been dead
And I do not count the years
Because I count no years for anything.
She no longer is, I tell people,
And those with empathy lean forward
And those without it lean away, tiny
Movements of bodies showing
The full resonance—or lack thereof—of their souls.
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