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Thursday, May 22, 2014

A Merciless Summer

by Regina Solomond

That summer smelled like burning ants.

Father was full of tubes,
his face a skeleton’s smile.
Mother lived each day like a shopping list,
checking off each item dutifully.

I held the magnifying glass
with the hand of a god.
The ants never had a chance.

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