Which is the greater pain; memory or reality? What happens when both of them are true ?
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Memories are stars
that spin in constellations
of loss and pain. They are gone.
They are here.
Hair on a teenager's thigh
Red bean bag chair
in the loft of a garage.
Gush of light through a window
with no pane. Falling like diamonds
from the crook's caught hand.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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