by E. Lily Yu Midges I mur­dered, tap­ping pen to page, Fold­ing down the grave and read­ing on, Take com­fort: Like­wise I shall be dis­persed In fly­specks, flecks, iotas, tast­ing first The pain­less lit­tle sup­pers of becoming

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The plate of food–Salisbury steak, weak of gravy and ane­mic of mush­room bits along with bland potatoes–waited untouched. 

“Get those for me, would you?” said Pierce. 

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