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A Celebration


Ceridwen Hall


I would prefer not to risk explaining my life.

The baby wants to crawl across the table

so we pull aside the candles and let her.

She seems to know she’s getting away

with something unusual. Her mother offers

a sippy cup, confiscates the last of the forks.

When the old people leave, we rearrange

the furniture and worry for them. I’m not good

at answering their questions. Nothing I say

feels accurate. Better I volunteer to fetch

and carry. Or lean against the back rail

and eavesdrop...

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A Celebration was originally published at Booth.