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Jul 2022
mother moves
always wearing:
white linen, a skirt
carrying children with electric hair

if I hadn't stopped to say hello
I'd think her phantasmagoric
and if she hadn't turned the faucet on
I'd think I invented her
floating thin, dutiful.
Written by
sgail
130
   Ledge
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