Claire
Claire taught me the larger
gestures
The kabuki theater of
entrances and exits
In sky high boots at the
Killer club
Sweeping into the backseat
of the taxi at 2 a.m.
The seriousness at the
center of silliness
A moral position, stoic,
Enduring the battering of
ten thousand bragging boys.
Claire taught me the larger
gestures but
Claire died. They dragged
her body from the river.
She chose the largest exit.
And though I see and feel
The moral position, I can
only visit, stricken.
They buried her in
Alpharetta.
Oh Claire. Honeychild.
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