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Dec 2014
It found you in your home,
Stolen from the mirror
that shows the precious hours
Naked.

It kept you from sleeping.

It slipped you back into your clothes
and watched you perform
the singular task of putting up
your hair

in silence.

I am Not certain that you were ever here,
because it showed you how to fade
into black and white
with the practiced motion
of your hand;
then finally disappear.

It taught you to walk
in trapping strides,
and to be the skinny girl
who cut off all her hair.

But
it does not know your name.
It does not care for frivolous
details.
Jory
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Jory  Chicago
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