MISSING PERSONS

MISSING PERSONS

MISSING PERSONS

God and Mother
went the same way.

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What’s a person to us
but a contortion
of pressure ridges
palpable
long after she is gone?

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A thin old man in blue jeans,
back arched, grimaces
at the freezer compartment.

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Lying in the tub,
I\'m telling them—

the missing persons—

that a discrepancy
is a pea

and I am a Princess.