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“I did not know who she was.”

Impress angles and etch, you single –
breasted. Suit and tie
your hands behind your back –
to reality. Full turn, sidestep, break
down.

Confess. Fists through the mirror
shatter wrists, IV bag held closed
your mouth and nose. You prayed
again to die alone, and overdosed.

Cracking — rocking — breaking
sobbing — watching you losing
you. Shake empty, vacant.

“I did not know who she was.”