9: Memories with the Dead

I'm covered

humming in electricity

like one of those

heavy black lines

full of a summer's day

worth of white heat

other times

I'm dried leaves

coiled around themselves

stuck in the Spring grass

a reminder of another time

that no one cares to remember

because there's no one


to remember

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