Clear History

 Sometimes I search
for my name online, just to see

          if I exist. I put the letters

in quotes, as if to hold
myself together. I search

as if for a stranger, knowing

          nothing of her life.

When my name
appears, I think, Can I clear

          her history? She and I,
we live in the same

          body, but are only half

real to each other.

— Dara Barnat, coming 2016 In the Absence 

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