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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