The End of Euphememory

stuffed like dolls
like taxidermied heads
like blackmailers’ file drawers
with fascial paper crinkled
with jugular ink
a rubbermaid bin
of journals
ticks
like an impatient bomb
waiting
to obliterate
comfortable
euphememories
stripping
airy cottonwool
padding
to reveal
bare splintered ends
of forgotten truth