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Sensation List from the Ride Home After Her Birth
Sunlight and transparent ink blots
of shadows flicker over her closed eyes.
One blot is the cloud
newborn Carolyn will see
when she is nine and think
it like the shape of a dog's
ear flopped over. Another blot
is like the rounded square of foil
encasing a piece of her father's Nicorette
gum. Another blot is the stalled water
on the precipice of a leaking
flower pot. Another is a fist,
now dropped, making waggling,
shivering shapes as it's rolled
to the morgue. They each go by
so fast.
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