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All week they’ve stolen her daughter’s face,

rolled it up, delivered it in late editions

to each waiting neighbor, all of whom

are quoted passionately as saying,

“She comes from a good family.

We don’t understand.”

Neither does she, hiding behind

her just-washed curtains,

the family portraits eyeing her disgrace.

Reporters ring the bell,

wait for her good manners

to reclaim her.

It is time for school,

her daughter appropriately housed

behind evenly spaced bars,

her unsure lips as complex as fingerprints.

Even this is a photographic exhibit

with the wrong captions.

Behind her 8 x 10 door,

the good mother develops

polite excuses, snaps