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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That the Soul May Wax Plump</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dumpy little mother on the undertaker's slab<br>had a mannequin's grace. From chin to foot<br>the sheet outlined her, thin and tall. Her face<br>uptilted, bloodless, smooth, had a long smile. <br>Her head rested on a block under her nape,<br>her neck was long, her hair waved, upswept. But later,<br>at &quot;the viewing,&quot; sunk in the casket in pink tulle,<br>an expensive present that might spoil, dressed<br>in Eden's green apron, organdy bonnet on,<br>she shrank, grew short again, and yellow. Who<br>put the gold-rimmed glasses on her shut face, who<br>laid her left hand with the wedding ring on<br>her stomach that really didn't seem to be there<br>under the fake lace?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother's work before she died was self-purification,<br>a regimen of near starvation, to be worthy to go <br>to Our Father, Whom she confused (or, more aptly, fused)<br>with our father, in Heaven long since. She believed<br>in evacuation, an often and fierce purgation,<br>meant to teach the body to be hollow, that the soul<br>may wax plump. At the moment of her death, the wind<br>rushed out from all her pipes at once. Throat and rectum<br>sang together, a galvanic spasm, hiss of ecstasy.<br>Then, a flat collapse. Legs and arms flung wide,<br>like that female Spanish saint slung by the ankles<br>to a cross, her mouth stayed open in a dark O. So,<br>her vigorous soul whizzed free. On the undertaker's slab, she<br>lay youthful, cool, triumphant, with a long smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=May+Swenson">May Swenson</a><div class=q>
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the sheet outlined her, thin and tall. Her face
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