"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.


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,

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.