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Vandal Poem of the Day: February 26, 2016

by Brenda Shaughnessy

The dark cracks separating

the white boards

think they’re alone.

Why must I be burdened

with knowing

there are so many?

Or is this what god thinks?

Or am I what god thinks?

Or am I alone?

from Our AndromedaFind it in the library

Published in Brenda Shaughnessy Poems

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