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The Opposite of Abandonment

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Alexis N. Garcia

The Opposite of Abandonment

 

Copyright © 2023 by Alexis Aceves Garcia. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 31, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets. 

Alexis N. Garcia
Photo credit: Carson Stachura
Alexis N. Garcia is a trans Mexican and Asian poet and educator. They are the author of Time Is a Silly Boy (Host Publications, 2027).
About Alexis N. Garcia
Themes
Audio
Death
Family
Grief
Memories
Mourning
About this Poem

“Watching someone die is a kind of intimacy. In grief, I keep, I cherish. I bring lilies for my dead. I learn how to stay.”
—Alexis Aceves Garcia

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