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Max's Sleep

My wife bought her father

a pair of monogrammed pajamas

for when he came home

from the hospital. He never came

home. Now the wrapped box

sits beside her desk, a red

like heart’s blood. Even the dog

walks soundlessly around it as

if it held the habiliments of angels.