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Dis-Dress

[note: this is a contrapuntal and I tried my best to format it as such!]

Didn’t I tell you about the time
                                     I have no memories
in the closet with the stuffed dalmation
                                     a blanket stained
a cat sleeping on the other side of the door
                                     elastic pants slid to ankles
a brother filled with fluorescent light
                                     doorknob loose of its screws
The house ached with pale pink carpet
                                     and nobody came for me
Wasn’t there something else to re
                                     member: brother, member: mom, please
call about the boy who never left
                                     never clean, the evidence is
Everywhere the sound of blue
                                     clear until it burns
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