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spit on your curtain fingerprints

while burning your bill of pad thai

clear the air of the screams

and drown out all the cries

dress her with the white mask

because everything is well

sew that hole on her tender mouth

if her lips have a bacardi smell


pretend it did not happen

as you wake up the child

make him bleach the floor

remember how he smiled


remove all the memories

canvas the sky with new shades

rip the portrait from your shelf

clear the ghosts your family made


you can swim on a cloud, there's no proof

nothing happened under your roof. 

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