in my linen closet
a string with an old red button for the pull, necklace I wore to our rehearsal dinner, necklace given after we watched Grandma sigh away – lifting up like bubbles from a glass of champagne, brass hooks, stripped screws, white table cloth dotted with mysterious rust, the ladybugs, the pink knots of a sweater, the red lace trim, the flowers,
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