{"id":11082,"date":"2016-02-22T23:22:41","date_gmt":"2016-02-22T21:22:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11082"},"modified":"2016-02-22T23:29:50","modified_gmt":"2016-02-22T21:29:50","slug":"poems-by-holly-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11082","title":{"rendered":"poems by Holly Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grief in Perspective<\/strong><\/p>\n

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we drive back from the hospital, and I<\/p>\n

can\u2019t talk anymore, he wants to talk. I<\/p>\n

nod my head at all the appropriate moments, smile, laugh, agree. he<\/p>\n

seems happy to talk about mundane things, the weather<\/p>\n

his mother, my parents, how weird it\u2019ll be<\/p>\n

to go back to work after the last couple of days.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

we pass playgrounds full of children, schools standing empty<\/p>\n

for the day, pro-life billboards with smiling cross-eyed babies<\/p>\n

unwelcome platitudes about life beginning at conception<\/p>\n

reminders that the poor sexless little squirrel that died<\/p>\n

somewhere inside me really was a baby<\/p>\n

the grief that has replaced it is profound. I close my eyes<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

tell my husband we need to find a different way to drive home<\/p>\n

we need to change our patterns of return for just a little while<\/p>\n

please don\u2019t ask me to explain. he startles out of his reverie<\/p>\n

his ramble about the beer cheese soup his mother\u2019s bringing over later on<\/p>\n

so I won\u2019t have to cook, the houseplants she\u2019s had delivered already<\/p>\n

how sad his grandmother was when she heard I was in the hospital.<\/p>\n

he puts his free arm around me, wedges it between my neck and the back<\/p>\n

of the car seat, I pretend he\u2019s comforting me, that I feel comforted.<\/p>\n

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Gilles de Rais<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

despite the legends, he kept an impeccable house<\/p>\n

even the tiny room where the children were kept<\/p>\n

was bereft of any evidence of crime. the bones<\/p>\n

were always immediately take out back and burnt,<\/p>\n

the clothes and the shoes were cleaned and sent out<\/p>\n

to be distributed among the poor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

he was only married twice, and both wives<\/p>\n

were as guilty of the crimes as he was.<\/p>\n

the first one died of a fever soon after<\/p>\n

they were married, possibly from eating raw meat<\/p>\n

while the second one, more careful<\/p>\n

choked to death on a tiny ring wrapped<\/p>\n

around a tiny finger.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

it was because of love that he consumed both women<\/p>\n

shared their pale, limp bodies with his guests<\/p>\n

burned them in the pit out back with the rest of the<\/p>\n

stripped, bloody bones\u2014they wouldn\u2019t have understood<\/p>\n

any other kind of tribute, not from him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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