Where It Was At Back Then by Anne Sexton
Husband, last night I dreamt they cut off your hands and feet. Husband, you whispered to me, Now we are both incomplete.
Husband, I held all four in my arms like sons and daughters. Husband, I bent slowly down and washed them in magical waters.
Husband, I placed each one where it belonged on you. "A miracle," you said and we laughed the laugh of the well-to-do.
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