One Month, One Poem: Metaphor

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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.)

I live just down the street from a cemetery. Not just any cemetery — the kind of place that shows up in travel guides to the city and is included in video tours of “24 hours in <my city>.” It is historic, beautiful…