SHE HAS A SISTER NAMED ANGEL
Olivia Crop circles burned into her back
Memento of father’s madness Now the
cupboards she was locked inside are locked
inside of her On Tuesdays at 10:15 She
leaned on me like I was a tree and stared off into the distance
—
Spring 2009
SAVE GIRL CHILD NOW
The beauty
of a periwinkle
sky blue pink bruise pink blue
Was I a twinkle
in my
father’s
eye?
That she had
to say good-bye
to mother
& father
At 7 –
Cannot be
true bruised red bruised purple
But it is truer
than true
And bluer than
the periwinkle
bruises
beneath her
eyes
She doesn’t get
much sleep
anymore
Waiting for police
to waltz
through the door
Everyone was a liar
She’ll never
return to you
If I remember them
does that mean
they remember me?
Or have I lost
my identity?
Purple bruises blue bruises under her fluttery eyelashes Always on call for a fire
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Summer 2010
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