she lifts the pushchair
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up the step
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years ago it was her kids
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in this very pushchair
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wrapped in hand crocheted blankets
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being bounced around like fat in a pan
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now it’s her granddaughter
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Two floors down
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she can still smell the vodka, still smell the ashtray
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Those smells didn’t stop, even after his body was carried out in Spring.
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A taste, like the copper coins in her purse, lines her tongue
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The rooms still echo no matter how much cloth she drapes on the walls.
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This isn’t the happy ending she thought it would be
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it’s just a coda.
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so her knees can lock and her hips can ache and her ankles can burn and her heels can bleed
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but she doesn’t want these steps to end.