Cries of happiness and cries of despair,
raps on the door to her room with a gift,
inside she finds, under wrapping paper,
ears, a pair of ears...no, two pairs of ears,
snipped clean, perfect little ears of children,
of course, she knows to whom the ears belong,
for the ladybug studs, one blue, one red,
harrowing as a reminder that she
asked the girls if they wanted their ears pierced,
perhaps it was last week, a month ago...
it was the day before yesterday, she
noticed the twins looking at magazines,
endless giggles inside the hair salon,
sisters, especially twins, sound alike,
sound identical, even to their mom,
acutely distressing inside her cell,
not really her room, not really a gift,
despair in the interrogation room,
cries do not emanate from her voice, she
rasps in heaving sobs without a tear shed,
if she knew the punishment for her crimes...
evidently, she knew she could not be
sentenced for a crime she did not commit,
of course, she was still horrified to see
four little ears, inside a box, a gift...
difficulty to distinguish how time
elapses when you are deprived of sleep,
still, she would be released, not a suspect,
perhaps she knew what happened to the girls,
as to identify the person of
interest, but she was just a girl herself,
released from custody, not a suspect.
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