In your poem "Things My Mother Didn't Tell Me But Should Have" I noticed "Let the dead be dead / They have no answering machines" echoes Hicok very closely, and I find that lovely. Like each poet is connected by knotted and invisible threads, so that pulling on the heartstrings of one brings a gasp of grief or fury to another, like a small scar received on an impromptu adventure that the two of you can only ever really understand.

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