The Face I Can’t Erase

I’ve wanted to take back
so much more than

the night.
Not in the mood

for making up
prayers. Mnemonic

games go only so far. Silent
letters tickle ankles,

stretch walks beyond midnight
mile markers. This is personal—

trombones kill
the recitation calm.

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