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friday refrains · lost daughters, part II

Friday 15 August 2008 | someone left a cookie

In the white-white room he said, Is she a woman?
asked why and the spiked tools laid in neat lines
rows of recommendations, reasons, the aforementioned
not-thought-of, it’s-too-late, what-were-you-thinkings
she felt in their green gaze under the strobe and light
altering, or something else fading in the waiting room: plastic
toys, a small brown boy watching her. The actual details?
Unimportant. She […]

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