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 Mar 2011 Ashley
Danielle Jones
architecture has always fascinated me.
it leaves me
                                                              statue
on the cement,
hardly using oxygen so the figures
d
a
  n
   c
    i
     n
      g around me
can use some, too.
the rough inflated balloons hang
on the edges,
like at any moment,
someone will pry their fingers loose
from the death grips.
the glossy sheen of the
tissue paper thin glass is my mirror;
i can see my shadow
facing 40 million of me.
i'm a



goner.
© Danielle Jones 2011

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