BARBARA JOAN TIGER BASS

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Published by Barbara Joan Tiger Bass on February 10, 2021February 10, 2021

untested cough
and ague subside
while somewhere else
an aged woman coughs
into thin air

she is still my mother
even as isolation
deprives our shared breath
even as my voice weakens
against the strain of distance

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