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by Spiel

Darlene found Fern
on her bedroom floor

soiled green nightgown
twisted over her head
a bag of m&mís
spread out in a perfect circle
around a caster
at the foot of her bed
Just like Amosíd planted
my Motherís Day roses each year
Fern said to Darlene

until they were in a full circle
Fern said

and then you know
what happened to him
donít you?
she said ††††††† .



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