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Jan 2011
First we learn our ABC’s
Then we take those letters and form
Words.
Words to sentences,
sentences to stories.
I know you learned the same way I did.
Did you forget?
My wound from your war,
Isn’t as ****** as hers.
You know that.
Still it throbs.
Were you just acting?
Bravo.
You convinced us all.
I thought you were my friend.
You were family.
We laid the welcome mat at your feet,
and your muddy shoes trampled all over it.
You know your ABC’s.
You know how to make those letters words.
Those words into sentences.
And those sentences into stories.
What is your story?
And why didn’t you take seven of those letters
to say,
goodbye?
Written by
Zoe Yabrove
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