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The Unbraiding | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Had he seen the psychiatrist then,
nine years and six children ago,
the doctor would have said,
“Never mind whether you
should marry the girl.
That’s not the question.
Go home, go to bed.
Come see me
next Tuesday at ten.
We’ll begin to unbraid you.”


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