Tuesday, August 18, 2009


There is one she knows
One memory from which to erase
the image of herself, the feel of itself
and from there, perhaps, the forgetfulness will take
and spread the freedom virus of disconnect
onto the mind that's shared
across that link, mayhaps merciful contraption
so that she herself may in turn forget
a love she felt and feels forget
take the scalpel, structure's cut
to the words of thought
cut her away from past and selves
and break the end-less chain
but the hand shakes as it cuts

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