One Month, One Poem: Coat

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(The month of September, I am reading “My mother’s body” by Marge Piercy every day. I am also coming here as many days as possible to share what happens for me when you visit a poem so often.)

The deep, endless caverns of grief and compassion rule today. This is where I have entered the poem, and where I find myself now, humming to myself and hearing my own voice reverberate off the walls.

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