Memory
A sear of tissue stain
lead weights half-sunk
in the mush of brain.
Nuisance calls
and junk mail
from dead salesmen.
A hanging phone.
The line’s dead
just whispers
on the wires
in my head.
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Memory
A sear of tissue stain lead weights half-sunk in the mush of brain. Nuisance calls and junk mail from dead salesmen. A hanging phone. The line’s dead just whispers on the wires in my head.
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