I am sad and clutch the sadness like a ragged baby blanket I’ve uncovered in a bureau drawer. It’s faded, aged by time and overuse, but it is there; that’s the main thing. If I am sad, if sad is something I can still be, then it will be alright.
“Final Dispositions” by Linda McCullough Moore, The Sun via The Pushcart Prize 2011
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