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She lined
Them up
Forcing herself
To listen
To swallow
To take
The virulent
Vaccine against
                                Memory

As though
Anything
Anyone
Could inure
Her to
              You

Still she tries
She listens
She swallows
Patting herself
On the back
When she
Doesn’t cry

Don’t cry
Don’t cry
                     Goddamnit
Don’t cry

And she
Doesn’t cry
                        Much

Until
That one
That One

The one
Whose insipid
Two-note
Intro is
Enough to
Flatten her
Enough to
Bring her
To her
               Knees

And from
Her knees
She takes
Another
                 Shot
Wherein
The burn
She finds
Not relief
Not release
But
        You

You
Singing that
Ridiculous song
That
           Puerile
           Farcical
                           Oh-so-beautiful
Song

And in that
Moment from
Her knees
She knows
That
          Never
Was there
                    Ever
Anything
Anyone so
Ridiculous
As that
              Puerile
              Farcical
                             Oh-so-beautiful
Woman
On her
             Knees

© S. Rogers 2008

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