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Grace Massey
You leave me when the moon rises
but at dawn you come to the window
with gifts—a peony brimming with ants
my grandmother’s locket
a tiny mummified mouse.
— Scavenger, by Grace Massey
— Carla Sarett, author of She Has Visions and My Family Was Like a Russian Novel
”Tender poems of family ghosts,
and griefs the poet knows are shared.”
A Future With Bromeliads
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