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Sport 40: 2012

Anonymous Letter

Anonymous Letter

Someone sends me photos,
they show us, him and me.
And a story that unfolds,
ne I don’t understand,
as though I stood accused
in some proceedings long-past.
A story plucked from the history
of misery that has a point to make:
I did not want to be who I was
and do not want to be who I am.
In the background a girl,
stick-thin and blonde, with scabs
on her angular knees, staring
straight into the sky, not
into her vanishing life.