Memory

all those
syncopated synapses
and
dotted crooked
lines
is a
bread crumb trail
to
taxidermy friendships
of glass eyes
and stuffed hearts
it
gobbled itself out
it
crawled out of my throat
kindness
flees windswept away
it
leaves us at the bay
my
duplicated memories
of
truncated refugees
I
disintegrate
pockets full of discarded postcards
collapsing dominoes
one
after another

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