by Elaina Perpelitt   The nauseous breath of change blows bravely into my warring heart, saying gravely   I have a greater calling   outside my parents’ house where the garden dies annually, a sickly warden   of youth, ever stalling.   I pray to a different God today than yesterday, a funeral away.  …

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