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my effigy

I kill myself in effigy
A little at a time
Most days the real me stays home
I send the effigy out into the world
I stay in safety and dream
He comes back in shreds
Often he is angry and demands patches and glue
The next day he makes me go out there
I don’t really know what he did so I get mixed up
People look at me funny and sometimes I think they are on to me and my scarecrow
He’ll be back tomorrow to straighten out my mess
He will come home whistling “killing me softly ”
I never tell him thank you or sorry
I am not so vain as to like him


About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

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