By Button Poetry
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The night my 87 year old great-grandmother died she was coming home from a date, right?
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but wet pavement and impractical shoes a
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Broken hip a
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body in Shock a
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passing
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the first time I ever heard the word
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slut
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it kettle steam slipped from between the plastic pearl veneers of my aunt delores as a
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procession of antique soldiers in their dressiest blues from the VFW
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Where my mama gave out warm plates and warmer hands to troops of empty house men filed one after another?
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Dropping the contents of their left breast pockets into the box where my grandmother lay?
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beautiful in far too much rouge
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Delicate like some ancient corsage and I decided
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right then
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that someday I
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Want to be a slut just like grandma
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And get sent up to Glory on a parade of grateful
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Unknown Lead Hearts
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