Tuesday, June 7, 2016

New Office

bright white blotches on your skin burst out malignant white cysts
latched on to skin bleached white ovarian bones

mother drawn up in wedding dress frills
hung in hangman not

left to leave all her memory          on Post-It writ notes

she is no younger than I
                                           no older than I pretend to be

deep black pupils blot the skin risen to the surface to fade out
what little personality is left to us during the day

she makes like fluorescent lights          cast no shadows

on every willing thing

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