—
careful
like touching a splinter
that’s what it was like
talking to sisters
and brothers
about her
the past
two years
and a lost second ago
nobody forgets anything
then soon
there was no choice
but to cut it out
a sharp blade
poke
pick
no plan
then cutting flesh
a real incision
that leaves more than
a scar
more than lost
history
lost memory
brain cuts
can’t work
pains radiate
they shoot through
joints, limbs, gait, families
any memory of good memory
leaves one sibling
the superstar of remembering her
all cut out
alone
no one to remember to
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