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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.
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