dressed as molecules

she keeps forgetting about
the sphynx that collects
the dust of bones,
the aged man wearing
a schizophrenic crown
of beautiful rust and milk
–my mother, my father,
the growth of hormones
in the water dressed
as molecules, forgetful
in their sundresses,
she, and all others,
forget, with utter
completeness.

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