| Staggering
Shari O'Brien |
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Another pewter day to stagger through from the first shock-frozen moment I must pry my head from the pillow smelling of you still, though it's been -- two weeks now? since you died. A patch of blue-drained sky scowls down. Today, again, no choice but to draw breath from air you no longer breathe. You, safe from outrage to the flesh, have left me half a pair, you my warrior who I cannot yet absolve, begrudging you not so much your respite from pain as resenting the peace you've found while I must stay, the one you scorned for death, that cold, dark, sulking silent seductress who beguiled you with her promises of rest. |
____ Shari O'Brien is a lecturer in English at the University of Toledo and an attorney in juvenile court. She lives in Ohio. 
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