The Last Birthday Poem, Scott Beal
The Last Birthday Poem Begged to rub the sting from his grandma’s missing legs, a boy strokes the empty blankets and sees her tilt her head, hears her soothed sigh so even he begins to feel beneath his palms the thighs that aren’t there, the knobs of the knees— this is a […]
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