You are beautiful and strong and good
baby be good baby she said to herself
over and over rocking quietly on the rug
it was her morning exercise her mantra
that seemed more a part of another room
or prior arrangement or decision
even the drapes seemed different
but she could look through the key-hole
of death and see what was on the other
side was just this life pulled inside out
with all the same people there to talk to
the only ones we know except there
we need them more than ourselves
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