I am reading a novel about secrets.
The husband once had a secret
for which his wife forgave him
when she learned of it.
The son has a secret, for the
Sheriff has sworn him to secrecy.
Everyone drives pick-up trucks
in this novel.
Their daughter disappears in the woods.
I do not know why
the husband is missing two fingers.
The print is so small
I feel I am reading the novel in secret.
Some chapters whisper to me in italics.
Every word now seems to be a clue
to the truth.
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