Window Dressing Poem by Julie Bond
Window Dressing
Rating: ★4.5
We're Frankenstein creations-faces built
by happenstance of Igor-scavenged shreds.
My father's eyes, my cousin's smile, atilt
and strangely loved on unknown cipher heads
unwitting in resemblance to my dead.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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8/5/2026 9:25:41 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
another very deep poem showing your pain but written very very well.