Window Dressing

Poem By Julie Bond

We're Frankenstein creations-faces built
by happenstance of Igor-scavenged shreds.
My father's eyes, my cousin's smile, atilt
and strangely loved on unknown cipher heads
unwitting in resemblance to my dead.

Comments about Window Dressing

another very deep poem showing your pain but written very very well.

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