Her eyes are wide
like a cow
that hears
the slaughter
she pulls on her hair
as though trying
to wake up
her brain
that shredded muck of history
where did she put it
her grace
her husband
her pen.
Her eyes are wide
like a cow
that hears
the slaughter
she pulls on her hair
as though trying
to wake up
her brain
that shredded muck of history
where did she put it
her grace
her husband
her pen.
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