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In my lunchbox, 

my mother would

pack a bag of

bread crumbs. For when

I leave you in 

the woods, she’d say. 

Kidding, she’d say.  

But there they were.  

 

 

B r i a n   C o o n e y

[in my lunchbox]

 

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Issue 78

Variations on Absence

edited by Laura M. Kaminski

 

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