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broken

July 7, 2018
By Anonymous

you don’t remember

how it looked

like shattered ice

strewn all over

the floor


you had cradled it

between your palms

for longer than

you could remember

but the one time

you forgot —

the one time —

you let it slip


so you bent over

to collect

its shards

to free

its past

and your own


you cupped them

in your firm grip

but they were

more firm

and found flesh


you forgot

your raspberry-stained

palms

that were too bitter

to have been

raspberry-stained


but they remember you



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Zoombinis said...
on Jul. 16 2018 at 11:20 pm
Zoombinis, Daly City, California
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I deeply enjoyed the vivid imagery—it really worked.