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Betrayal
The first month she navigates by an autumn moon steers her car like a ship through the suburbs. The second then the third she hurls her anger at the roiling earth watches it fall. The fourth month she walks the tide line of her memory pulls from sand something curved and bright. The fifth then and she breathes words from the papers from the streets the air white with fog and cold and keen as love.