- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
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Image by Alicia Bock/Stocksy
roost
every November 10th I remember selling the bassinet, diaper pail, and car seat
because you didn't come home except as bagged ash.
you now belong to twenty years of dust layering a cantaloupe-sized urn
and to my stone heart though I marvel at finding your silence
after all these years still sets roost in my throat