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Debbie Iversen

How many times do we sleep in our dreams

never quite shaking that feeling of déjà vu

spilling our insides into a messy pool

trailing through our waking days -

And if I cannot forget, I will pretend to

until eaten like so much rampant cancer

under my skin that I resemble

not me but somebody else.

How else was it written when you spoke

to the spirits and spat in their faces

that you will not be and will not do

what was scripted for your role

as victim, whore, wife, baby machine.

No. There can be no mincing of words.

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Our letters fall upon the floor

in pretty little ribbons uncontested

or the bow in the little girl’s hair.

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