The Sad Truth About What Comes Next

In remembrance of Sandra Cantu

you can’t remedy it
you can’t remedy it
you can’t remedy the way a child skips

into the hands of it
into the hands of it
into the hands of one who creeps

in the shadow of it
in the shadow of it
in the shadow of what we cannot say

saying the dark of it
saying the dark of it
saying the dark of it cannot remedy it

you cannot remedy it
you cannot remedy it
she is gone

 

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  1. Yes, the skipping … I can’t get it out of my head either. I think that her killer was incested by her father, but that hardly helps. Thanks for the poem; it does help, a little.

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