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Thanks, for the mem-ries, faded pleasantries, of days passed.

Kaleidoscopic fragments, my mind stuffed in mental storage closets erupting at the neural seams with rural scenes from road trips past when time slipped fast. Thanks, for the mem-ries, puzzle pieces, of my past. Jigsaw scattered, across kitchen tile bits of horizon to be my guide when the border only frames the distorted remains of kings, horses, and men to be put back, together again. Thanks, for the mem-ries, banana peels, my skin. Reel-to-real home movies, playing matinees, within the attics of me insulated with exposed beams exposed lightbulb dim like old faces I see. Cobwebs in the places you never used to be. Thanks for the mem-ries, please excuse, forgetful me. Trap-doors in the floorboards hide the tell-tale threadbare family trees synapse to recall waiting, forgotten by the phone. Waiting, by the empty room, (where) my memories have gone.
The title of my poem is __Thanks, for the mem-ries________________________. Name: __Joseph Cahall_______________________________________ *Please return your edit to us by ________________.

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