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Rob Plath

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By
the mover

i dreamt my mother
was helping me
carry her own coffin
to the cemetery

strangely, she was both inside
& outside of the box

she was so calm
for a while i doubted
she knew who we were
planting in the ground

but after a considerable
amount of steps i was certain
she recognized her own weight

yet it was as if she was the mover
of a piece of furniture
& not her own pallbearer

peaceful as if she were
merely rearranging
a space— perhaps moving
a large cedar chest
for fresh linens
from one room
to the next

Rob Plath is a writer from New York. He is most known for his monster collection  A BELLYFUL OF ANARCHY (epic rites press 2009). His newest collection is MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE (epic rites press 2019). You can see more of his work at robplath.com

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