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Gabrielle Daly

Diaries

It is time to destroy my diaries. I rip the covers off and shred years of paper.

I am giving up my role as policeman of our life. No longer can I point to my words and say "you said in April of 1985."

My words "our relationship is like a rotting corpse" now keep the moisture in the soil around our pumpkins.

silver snail trails
over my paper mountain