Woman Sues R.J. Reynolds Over Son's Tobacco-Related Death
it started
as fevered
bee sting
on tongue—
then lips
gone
like beaver-gnawed
tree stumps—
then the chin
till like
some ruined
Greek statue
you lay
still
awaiting
a new chance—
the planting
in warm earth
to grow again
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