To Mock a Killingbird
Friday, June 24, 2011
Perfect Alignment
The nights that made us
and the ones that broke our backs.
All lined up like a scar and bruise
pointing a hand toward me.
Nondescript, it could have been anybody.
So specific, it was just us.
Perfect alignment
doesn't exist here.
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