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Her eyes alertly track my eyes staring
at her face so disfigured that I have to will
my eyes to keep on looking as she sits there
playing with her doll, telling it to mind her

mind her now, and then smiling at it
with what’s left of her lips as if she were
the mother smiling at the child smiling
back at the mother: her face twisted up