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Aug 2012
My grandmother
has a chair that sits
in the shower-- a tile
throne for loved martyrs,

her hips have disintegrated
as has some emotion,
you say I don't know
sorrow, you say I don't know
sadness

but here I am again, naked in your chair
letting the hot water
bead down my face in
substitution for tears.
Alysha L Scott
Written by
Alysha L Scott  Yuma, AZ
(Yuma, AZ)   
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