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written by: Karen Mooney



I found you this morning
all folded up, tucked in
at the back of my mind’s drawer,
the one marked ‘do not open’.

Perhaps, it wasn’t closed
tightly enough, overfilled,
contents ready to spill
if touched by hoping.

You appeared in jewelry boxes,
cards, photos, concert tickets;
in a souvenir mug that cannot be
held, its handle long since broken.

Karen Mooney

Karen Mooney

Karen’s poetry has been published in USA, UK and Ireland. Most recent publications include Fevers of the Mind, Re-Side Zine, Spillwords Press, Poetry NI’s Four x Four and Pendemic. She will be releasing a pamphlet with Hedgehog Poetry Press this year.
Karen Mooney

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