Do Not Give My Dolls Away It’s Cold Tonight

By Sara Xibos

in the dust covered, buckling
Goodwill
shelves
you bury
the fondest
scraps of your childhood ́s scuffed pale face
and frayed curlicues

under

other ́s rubble
for me to
ponder what will
happen to
my

children.

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