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i like the way she is the world of herself.
how she walks with grace, feline,
takes a seat,
folds herself up like a map.
hands inside sleeves of her senior high sweater,
fingernails peeping out, burnished pinku
as the inside of a cockle shell, toes
turned inwards in that Japanese kawaii way.
hands hidden on bare knees
she is tucked into herself,
in two minutes asleep,
sitting at attention.
in this seething human mass
already complete
within her own
universe.
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Mmmm... Hasn't exactly fired discussion. I feel this is one of the best poems I've written recently. Just goes to show the subjective nature of poetry I guess!
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