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The smoke never appears in family pictures.
The smoke got up this morning and ran a marathon. She came in first inher age group without trying.
The smoke’s children are fine, just where they should be on the growthchart. She lets their father cut their hair.
The smoke writes her novels in the bath.
She’s cool with school lunch.Her Twitter is a thing of beauty.Her kids are her inspiration.
The smoke cherishes each moment. She doesn’t nag about people leavingthe lights on. She just steps over the shoes by the door.
The smoke is a statue. She’s the life of the party.
The smoke gets it all done and is happily exhausted in the evening. She canlaugh at that joke—exhausted.
The smoke didn’t have to leave home to write about it.
And what about the epics? She exhales. The…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, March/April 2024