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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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ANN BERKMAN
Sincere, I i suppose you did make me swallow the burning sword of my brilliant deception : i was never stuck in a loop, had a practical mind, a well-paid job- a liar’s career! ten dozen masks to fit with each dress ‘such an actress’ you laughed said I ‘sure was the best’ the sarcasm-dipped end left a permanent mark. inflammation within- a red feverish spark a red banner / coatofarms with emblems cut out… i suppose I did let you tinker with my precious mechanisms, lower the veil shrouding a cemetery of mein’s und ich’s – each year like another layer of dirt heaped into a mound just to cover some remnants. a personal relic- a handful of self-conscious bones. but, again, the whole charade of me taking the blow alone might have been just another name called ‘Sincere, I’ on another headstone. |
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