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ОглавлениеPrayer for a Wig
in memory of Elise Partridge
In the untidy storage room before a reading,
she touched a small hand to her cancer wig with a laugh
at its benefits. Like, my hair is always done;
no more expensive cuts!
The irony had an echo, how the more
people you love the more bad news is had.
She smiled. We smiled. I described a drag mullet—
a dear friend’s wig re-gifted, that she’d been given
with cancer at sixteen (what luck to be born
to outlive experimental treatments)
—that I admitted was a joy to wear. Proof
my dear friend lived.
