A Quiet Root

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“Toast Christ” by Albert Goldbarth

I do it. You do it. The widower’s seen his wife
appear in stains below the garden hose’s spigot
dozens of loving times. Our fraught brains couldn’t
last for a year of the hammering blows each day is,
if they didn’t make these occasional shapes
from will and a frizzle of retinal fatigue.

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