There is the staircase, there is the sun. There is the kitchen, the plate with toast and strawberry jam, your subterfuge, your ordinary mirage. You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grass What are you supposed to dowith all this loss? In the daylight we knowwhat's gone is gone, but at night it's different. Nothing gets finished, not dying, not mourning;the dead repeat themselves, like clumsy drunkslurching sideways through the doorswe open to them in sleep;these slurred guests, never entirely welcome, even those we have loved the most, especially those we have loved the most, returning from where we shoved themaway too quickly:from under the ground, from under the water, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won't let go. Margaret Atwood
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