Refuge

(listening to public radio)

 

A man is interviewed

Via translation

 

I lost my daughter in

The explosion

 

Here is a picture of her

There are two;

 

She was twin to the

Daughter I still have

 

Paper riffles, passing

The photograph back

And forth

 

Her mother is gone, too

 

He does not say his

Wife

 

I wonder if he says

 

“Mother” instead,

Because this is

 

The relationship that

Must matter now

 

The mother of his

Living daughter died,

 

And he must see to

That for her

 

Or is it that he cannot

Bring himself to say

Again, my wife

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