morning light
the street cleaning truck
on the wrong side
© Rachel Green January 2023
writing from memory
becomes an easy flow;
telling the absolute truth
coached in the language of fiction.
But do I remember it correctly
or am I self-editing?
Was I really that person
who painted with pigment and varnish,
blood and fecal matter
and does the world need to know
the sordid details
of a life well lived?
© Rachel Green January 2023
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