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A thin memoir written for teens by a teen, only 55 pages of poetry interspersed with monthly entries about her mother's death and the months that followed. It gives on hope for the future of the language to read such words written by young people.
Just Between Breaths
Hour over
hour
I watch her rise
and fall.
In between breaths,
the room throbs.
My fingers scream.
I wait for her white
cheeks to move.
My heart stops.
I stare until
the breathing breaks.
I sleep beside her,
curled in jeans on the floor,
yellow morning
spreads over me.
Voices circle,
pale nurses swarm,
I hear only my own breath.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
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