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Poem by: Josephine Paschall Bullis
I exist in the light split by the plastic blinds
Behind a makeshift curtain, jagged stripes on the floor
The only visible part of me easily overlooked
How am I so striking and yet so easily ignored?
I exist in all the dewdrops you ruined
When you smacked a branch in your yard at dawn
While smoking your mother’s cigarettes
All the exploding droplets and the light that left them
Just a sensation on your hand in an instant
A stalactite’s slow growth stunted by your fingerprint
If you ever recall me and my invisible ink voice
You’ll have that buzzing in the back of your brain
That lets you know won’t remember again
A home full of uninvited guests
A sugar glass wall that no one will let me build
A pen you’ll remember you stole when you see it
The first few times you see it
And afterwards, you use as your own when you want
A scar you only see when you have a tan
Post-kiss of the spring break sun
That you don’t remember how you got
That you wouldn’t remember fondly
That remains, faint and jagged
Slowly leaving, slowly lost
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