. monday with mrs ciano

only imagine the place
closed. it is colder this morning.

mrs ciano to be removed, one
part back to the museum, the

other packed and ready to go,
back, whence. she came from
an imagination, all bloodied
bandages, hymned words.

in two parts, splinter time.

google her remains.

the curator moves
on.

mrs ciano.

sbm.

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