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Memento, 2017

Whenever that voice returns, the voice of the flattened flower she used to be

between his books, between his outbursts, between the sheets,

whenever she places blame upon herself, upon her body

in the very places his hands used to be, she reads the police report.

By Anthony J. Hall, @anthonyjhall, www.anthonyjhall.net


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