Thursday, November 13, 2014

Dark Circles

there were dark circles
under her eyes, charcoal

transcribed. Fix the
picture, she said

it's tilted to one side, she said.
My daughter. I don't have a

daughter. Not yet.

In another memory
maybe. Another life.

Our walls have no
stories. Painting either.

There was none.
An empty space. A chair.

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