The Meadow 177 San Jose, California Shooting Duplex Julie Weiss A day can lodge an image in a brain. My daughter’s front tooth fell into her bowl. Bodies fell into the fire of a grudge. Some gaps on earth will never be filled. Somewhere, a child’s eyes are filled with gaps. Tonight, a fairy will leave three shiny coins. Taptejdeep left his hiding place to help friends. Ghosts swim red, splash under my pillow. My children splash each other in the tub. Guns are blooming in sweet American soil. I sweeten their mouths with a pocketful of lies. I’m buried in poems of ways to die. Bury me in my children’s fairy smiles instead of this image, lodged in my brain.
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