Miscarriage

She lost the baby in that cartoon bathroom

sitting with her head in her hands,

wishing she were a seagull.

Now my chore,like many times before

was to dig a hole where I’d bury deer carcasses

only this time it was to place a coffee can coffin

in the ground, and when it was done

I tossed the shovel

clatter! into the bed of that white

trash pickup truck

and that country western radio

played a mournful tune

 

 

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