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[from January 20, 1999:] I lost the key
to that place I used to live
in a tree lined neighborhood
in Baltimore.
Maybe I burned it
the day I barbequed
my marriage license,
that horrid blouse he gave me,
and his mother's pictures.
I've got new keys now
a new life and
shiny keys
with bright colored rubber
around the tops
rainbow colors
for happiness
and my flight over the rainbow
with the bluebirds.
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