She lies, no, she does not
she is sick, terribly sick
Let us pray for her
save her if she wants it
if she kneels for mercy
We appeal to her
conscience, her shame
and to the night
in which no one can live
who has known the light
She is hysterical
sedate her
cut it out
of her brain
or short-circuit it
Out-of-home placement
not for protection
but cast out
as a liar
among the righteous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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