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You are the re-appearing, ripe
violet bruises
on the underside of my thighs;
the type of nuisance that
slips minds.
I should have learned.
I want to toss you
in the back
of my closet
like a pair of old shoes,
or dirty socks,
and the rest of my skeletons.
I don’t want to notice
when I throw you
away.

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Video Projection on to aluminium foil (variable measures), 2012 Ibon Mainar
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