Monday, April 13, 2009

The Final Cut

You took sharp scissors
and cut me out of the family photo.
Not a simple cut, for I occupied
second row center.

I found myself lying in the trash,
picked myself up,
brushed myself off,
tried to tape myself back into place.

I no longer fit.

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