Re: Emily.
It was hard to take her seriously. It was hard to take her any other way. It was just plain hard to take her, most of the time.
Her show was going to start soon. It was going to be a big success. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and yet it felt familiar. Everyone in the family knew what to do. We were not part of the show ourselves but we had a script.
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(1) There’s a sign
it says
HANG THE REPIST
it means
the small flame of our candle
simply melts white wax
as we walk streets
by painted temples
same as he did
when he took the child
she looking for rainbow puddles
friends to play with, no time for prayers
only just old enough to say
four years of coaxing consonants to say
I want to go home now.
Her fractured body found car park cold
family loudly told, we will find them we will.
They don’t.