MEMORY
for Maxine
Memory marks the
spot, as they say,
and even hits the
spot at times.
Sometimes memory
moves me to move
closer. Other times
it shoos me away.
I remember always
being exactly who
I was, despite a
mirror's static.
I remember remembering
who I pretended to be.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
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