Julie Bond

Rookie (April 10 1960)

Window Dressing - Poem by Julie Bond

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.

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  • (2/11/2006 1:59:00 AM)

    another very deep poem showing your pain but written very very well. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 27, 2005

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