"Then This, From the Lost Sister"

"Then This, From the Lost Sister"

"Then This, From the Lost Sister"

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July 19 2005 8:05 AM

"Then This, From the Lost Sister"

Click here to listen to Meghan O'Rourke read this poem. When you left, a world Came. Rain,

A morning, a weather
That wouldn't end.

The windows closed like stitches.
Fingernails grew; nothing to pick at.

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The tent of our mother's body went
Wet around me and clung.

The wind tore through me.
I breathed with two split lungs.

When you left
I stayed, I shook!

Like an instrument about
To be played by the long,

Liver-yellow
Fingers of the sun

Meghan O’Rourke is Slate’s culture critic and an advisory editor. She was previously an editor at the New Yorker. The Long Goodbye, a memoir about her mother’s death, is now out in paperback.