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Memories float through my mindMemories float through my mind
like the ghosts of children, who have died
to be born again unrecognizable to themselves.
As a shadow stretches itself across
the wall behind her bed, she shudders
and pulls the blanket under her chin
creating a cocoon.
It is scratchy and makes her skin crawl
as she tries to lie perfectly still,
eyes closed tight; pretending sleep.
A whippoorwill cries, “stick fire to water”,
as her spirit separates itself from her body
and floats, like an iridescent butterfly,
hovering near the ceiling overhead.
The smell of stale beer and cigarettes
tastes like the fear of a child.
In Henry’s trailer park on Peachtree Street
the children hadn’t died, only their spirits.
Billy, Christie, and Cindy Lou
fell prey to dysfunction and moved away.
The rest of us, left behind
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