Of Lifeless Equivalencies
Sarah Bigham

The first was made
without sugar,

an error of haste or
stress or

care.

Instead, a slab entombed in thinly
ridged metal,

anemic cardboard, and
impenetrable plastic:

embalmed

for a celebration not
my own.

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