scarred
raze
i
watch
the
rain
pelt
what
i
planned
on
eating
.
she
tells
me
her
father's
middle
name
is
gone
.
it's
been
expunged
from
his
memory
.
as
if
that
scrap
of
lineage
never
belonged
to
him
at
all
. thick
white
fibrous
tissue
has
formed
around
the
knuckle
where
those
letters
used
to
sit
, covering
a
word
no
amount
of
digging
will
extract.
an
epithet
cut
adrift
like
flesh
that's
been
lost
without
explanation.
though
a
third
of
his
history
has
been
mislaid,
he's
happy
.
the
middle
of
the
story
might
have
fled
from
him
,
but
he
can
still
see
the
beginning
and
the
end
.
everything
else
is
just
living
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from