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“Bodies Don’t Keep” by Alex Hubbell

My hand sweats into my mother’s
Gripping her tightly as she mourns my brother

She sees his name printed on prayer cards stacked crisply on the porch
A framed photo stands in the same place
As my bridal portrait had two months before in the church reception hall

Pimento cheese sweats on lace lined tables
The ones with the dented legs that folded out that my mother found tacky

I told her we’d have to make some concessions
Bodies don’t keep.