Inheritance

This is my father’s walker,

cane, commode, used against

Parkinsonian tremors. We never thought

we’d need such things . . .

–excerpt from “VI. Inheritance” in the series of poems entitled “Post-Operative” from Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013).

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