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Poetry
A Clean Slate
Free Verse Poem
Sometimes I just want to forget
to throw memories out the window
or crash them through the pane —
bloody and shattered as they fall
Just discard all memories —
the good, the bad, but mostly the ugly
Give myself a clean slate
without the chalky residue of yesteryears
And who could blame me, but myself
if I looked at you cross-eyed
from lack of recognition?
That same blank stare
I gave to the camera at six years old
after awakening from a coma, memoryless
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