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circle
by Spiel


Darlene found Fern
sprawled
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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