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Laura Sims
 
Excerpt from Corrections
 
 

A Prologue (September 2005)

 

See the pines

That are

 

“Such as they are”

 

And the ones that escaped

 

 

There were horrors


Then horrors

Were stacked onto those

 

 

 

What have you done?

Nothing—

 

Grafted, shaved