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I keep my memories in strands of hair,

and when I need to forget I go to the shears;

when I want to start over, I force baldness.

Supplications into uneasy air:

memories taken on violent breeze,

momentary eddies, then dissemination:

Severed strands scatter (dismembered, forgotten)
becoming fire's fodder or the whippoorwill's wattle
in a home of hair and mud-as-daub.

I carry my tension in clenchéd teeth,
my worries in welts bitten into my cheek--
with the hum of the hive comes molars missing.

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