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Carolyn Guinzio

Looking out at their empty
house from the car,
they saw the matted backs
of wigs propped on mops,
horse-hair heads
with a heavy and stuporous tilt.
Wave goodbye to Auntie,
Mother demanded
from the passenger side,
rouged and exuding
believable joy.
Her diamond-chip choker
and mini-Instamatic
were crammed in the cannister
under the bags of tea.

Carolyn Guinzio

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