I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes They are not mine, they are my mother’s, her mother’s before, handed down like an heirloom but hidden in shameful letters. Anne Sexton Fragments of words, broken phrases, missing places….some of you will recognize and know what is missing, others…
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