Dog Tags
Issue #143
Spring 2020
Of us there is always less.The days hammer past, artificial daisies at the grave.Words I didn’t choose for my father’s headstone & those that came insteadto live around my neck, dog tags a tin pendulum on my chest.On my mother’s side, my cousin, too...
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