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Death came out of nowhere, grief arcing across a bright blue autumn sky.
Your mother rocks in her chair, empty-armed, shattered.
Your father tightens doorknobs, oils hinges, mends tools, fixes every broken thing he can find.
It’s like watching a stunt plane in a spiraling dive,
bracing for a crash.
I steal the faucet washers.
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