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My sister with her head in the gas oven.
What was going through her head when she died.
What was going through her head when she was alive.
I think the world didn’t make any particular
Impression on her in forty years.
War hunger cold. Two children, her husband,
A drunk. She loves him, though. He lives
Off her back, off the work she performs quietly,
Like a quiet animal. When he leaves her,
She twice tries to do away with herself.
The third time she was sucessful.
On the gravestone, it says she was alive.
-Kurt Bartsch.
3 years ago • Notes