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MEMORIES: 008. KITTENS
by Bernise Carolino
they
were abandoned, sure,
but
we should never
have
fancied ourselves
mothers.
they
scrabbled together like
shifting
tectonic plates. patchwork
coats,
little landscapes. see this bit of
desert
dry, of cloudy fog,
impending
night.
we
kept them all, but could not
keep
them right.
like
tearing with epileptic
fingers
a love letter you've
just
begun to write.
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