Electromagnetic
by Vivian Wagner
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My mother came to me
in sunlight after she died,
and she still lives there,
in that haunted spectrum
from star to moon,
streetlight to cat’s eye,
where she finds a
flickering, eternal voice.
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​
My mother came to me
in sunlight after she died,
and she still lives there,
in that haunted spectrum
from star to moon,
streetlight to cat’s eye,
where she finds a
flickering, eternal voice.
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