Month: August 2026
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[hearsay]
you said my namelike you knew me. like my life had been leftopen on your kitchen table,pages dog-eared,margins annotatedin your handwriting. you spoke of my mindlike you had earnedthe right. you hadn’t. you know nothingabout the rooms inside methat went dark. nothing about the yearsi spent learninghow to turn the lightsback on. nothing about what…
Amelia James Poetry 