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Photographer: Amelia Fletcher (http://designspiration.net/image/1600174134540/)

Photographer: Amelia Fletcher (http://designspiration.net/image/1600174134540/)

I’ve been busy

digging around

for a part of me

I buried before

you

out in the backyard

behind the

only tree

like a duffel bag of

latex gloves and

bloodstained clothing

crucial

 

you found me

on a monday

poured over a

treasure map of

old photographs

marking a figurative ‘x’

on every familiar

face you asked

what I was looking

for I said the

breath in my

own lungs

 

you took me by

the elbow like

authority like

old love

you stood me

up raised a

finger to my

lips marked

an ‘x’ there I

closed my eyes

mouthed the words

where did you find it?

 

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for a moment, the earth was still.

Before she had hips,

the world was already

rolling                                               away from her.

 

By the time she was fifteen

the soles of her feet were

worn as her grandmother’s hands,

cracked into         minuscule maps

of paths she shouldn’t have known.

The shelves were not yet

draped in dust.

 

She reached out her fingers

in a              years           long vapor

of deciphering the lands

on her skin.

She followed the sky just to

see where it went,

eyeless in a rain storm

was no different than here.

 

Breathless from the

chasing

she’d grown old as the

earth.

Grasping at stones

she lay in the grass,

scouring nonsensical

geography

from her feet.

 

Unable to stand

she sunk

knees and elbows

into the damp beneath her.

The wind paused to

dress her and

for a moment,                  the earth was still.

 

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