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First 

uply slowed


bended to the window then that to the floor of a gray cold

lights flicker on the outside of her toes

heels to toe

heel to toe

cold


ripped then fold


a list of feelings in motion and emotion

clear then what is clear and thought out

the thought clouds the emotion of knees

to the corner of the chapel of her height and low

connected consistency


two bodies at once

right and left creep together to make a whole

then there is no whole

then there is a cold


a breath of fold

  • A poem by Alana Shaw.

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