C. Albert
minimal line


i tell her 
a third time 

frosting over 
what she's forgotten 

my mother asks why 
didn't i tell her 
what was 
happening 

she becomes 
millions of strangers 
mouthless faces 

reflected 
in glass 

and me 
invisible 
on the line 
still holding 

still 
a tiny 
opening 
in my throat 

i tell her

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"Agnes del Mar" ~ Matthew Casey