figurine
raze
i
thought
he
would
have
run
out
of
gifts
to
give
us
by
now
.
i
was
wrong
.
but
something
tells
me
this
might
be
the
last
one
.
i
almost
think
it
has
to
be
.
after
all
the
metal
and
plastic
and
wood
—
all
the
candlesticks
and
resonant
chambers
and
expressive
faces
—
it
should
end
here
,
with
this
:
a
small
ceramic
sculpture
of
two
white
figures
holding
hands
. shimmering neonatal
faces
touching
.
eyes
cast
down
.
feet
lost
to
the
milk
their
shared
living
has
made
.
naked
and
frail,
but
unafraid. "
this
is
perfect
,"
i
told
him
. "
you
have
no
idea
how
perfect
this
is
."
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