She goes with ghosts again
those naked-spirit nights she dreads
when she would hope to sleep, instead.
Instead she'll watch herself
walk barefoot hallways of the things she cannot change,
and mark her path with bleeding nails,
her dress torn in the same familiar places
by forks of roads remembered, but not taken.
Jon Bohrn (2000)


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