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I remember being under my Power Rangers comforter
in the darkness,
and clutching what was left of my teddy bear -
his stuffed stiff arms out in surrender to the pain.

Through the creak wood floor and black wires
my mom surged with that maternal fire, that alone
can say, "They are MY kids, too, DAMMIT! "
slamming shut kitchen cupboard doors that then unseal themselves

because the landlord layered flat eggshell white over white
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Kayoko Kan 10 July 2012

This is a very deep composition, I had to read it a few times - a haunting poem, very layered in its meaning, and controlled wrt how much is given away. A very powerful piece of work. Thank you for sharing Suggested title - Layers

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Jacob Bearer 03 July 2012

I'm looking for some good constructive criticism and a good title. Any thoughts?

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