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as a smaller infant
I was
held close
then was held
over top a
live
hand
gren
ADE

it’s the
way they
did
it back then—
family
to family

can
I tell you
something?
you know, person to person?

the worst pain
is spiraling
twisted in
the brain

nevermind
that
grenade

weren’t
were-you-not
using a
metaphor
to begin with?

no, that was
the real deal
my head got blown off
they had to
sew
it back
on