. as a child .

tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records.

 

mine are all destroyed. ask them.           there are no answers.

 

so we attended regularly, varied             chancel houses, over

time.       sit up, stand up, sit down, recite, remember, stand.

 

up for yourself at last.

 

do not believe all that you are told, all that you like         to.

think about it.

 

you wanted  to believe that you believed that.

 

the truth is.

 

you did not.

 

sbm.

 

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5 thoughts on “. as a child .

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  3. Reblogged this on sonja benskin mesher and commented:

    the world outside the window commented on . as a child .
    tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records. mine are all destroyed. ask them. there …
    “I like this, the structure is interesting and the content is thought provoking. Is the structure a reflection on the unreliability of the memory I wonder?”

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