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      May 29, 2009Corporal RussellMichael Miller

      There are no mirrors in his room.

      Five surgeries have begun
      To restore his shrapnelled face,
      This map of grafted skin.
      Once this face was handsome,
      Was kissed by women, looked upon.
      On Sunday you will find him here.
      Let him say you are his friend.
      He will close the blinds,
      Turn off the light, and you
      Can speak, you can listen to
      His voice that has not changed.

      from #27 - Summer 2007