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Camille Thomasson

The Gang’s All Here

Mother has lost track
of who’s living and who’s dead,
which means everyone is up and running,
and her mind is a little patch of heaven.

Camille Thomasson is an obsessive scribbler of poems on cocktail napkins and grocery receipts.

Camille Thomasson

Poem 3

After my death,
they opened my box
and were not surprised
to find octagonal
quilting scraps
well grouped by hue
but not stitched together.

Camille Thomasson is an obsessive scribbler of poems on cocktail napkins and grocery receipts.