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Friday, August 19, 2016
Little by little, the empire lost its hold
on my memory. Yes, I saw the rubble
through her eyes, breathed in the toxic
dust and clonked the bricks together
when it was all over. In bright
daylight, it shimmers. Nights,
with the globe on high, it is easy
to wander, tasting my hunger.