Presumed dignity

Steven Baird

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We suffer these final moments with presumed dignity,

candle sputtering, hands withdrawn, petals pressed

in the back of crossword books we never finished. One reaches

for the other, shivering fingers upon a

a shiny vinyl tablecloth. Remember when,

and you don’t.

The solemn and prolonged

lacing of fingers, the last great memory.

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