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14 years ago today
I was sent home from school
and told to go play.
14 years ago today
mommy cried tears
daddy couldn't wipe away
14 years ago today
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea;
I didn't know.
Dish soap suds, scented
With childhood and artificial lemon,
Sting my hands,
Chapped, graceless.
I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
The ghosts of Wounded Knee
welcome you.
They are quiet and gentle.
No one has young eyes.
