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This poem is taken from PN Review 268, Volume 49 Number 2, November - December 2022.

Six Poems Rebecca Watts
Personal Effects

My mother keeps parts of me under her bed.
Parts she gave; parts
she took back.

Folded into tissues
and tucked inside envelopes
like little wage packets

are twists of my hair, my teeth,
my bracelet from the hospital –
things I never asked for,

whose capture
I didn’t resist, and above which,
dark nights, she tosses and turns.

I don’t miss them,
since they have been replaced
with new hair, new teeth,

and I could buy myself a bracelet
any time. But when I see her sometimes

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