Guilt

Posted on October 11, 2021 | 1 Comment

My mother placed guilt
the same way that some people place flowers
at their loved ones graves.

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One response to “Guilt”

  1. Jeffrey Savett | October 11, 2021 at 11:05 pm | Reply

    I LOVE LOVE LOVE how complex this comparison is. Because the poem is short, it’s easy to read it quick and miss it. Nice job.

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