The Body Poem by Rachel Brewer

The Body



I remember washing the blood out of the carpet,
I remember picking up the knife and cleaning it until it sparkled,
I remember throwing away the stained furniture,
So if I remember these things,
Tell me,
Why can’t I remember where the body is?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: remember
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