A eulogy for a young writer who died in a car accident aged 22,this brilliant poem refuses mourning to insist that her unfinished legacy will endureCalling Card[br](i.m. Marina Keegan, 1989-2012)
At the last party, or
the punctual,the late arrivals,[br]the ones who never made it
are all one and the same.
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Source: theguardian.com