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Banking
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26 Banking in the cold season we bank love like potatoes cashing in on them when the wind whips sorrow like the bitter leaf of purging. Mama pulls from mounds of straw the firm yellowness of sustenance, then boiling the skinned flesh in the pot, she offers us her love. it is all memory now, this other life, when cold rattled our bones and love was the predictability of daily bread, the quench of river-water. We have buried their still bodies in the swamp earth among the pine needles and dark loam. i offer songs at the grave, like love proffered. ...