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Nov 2012
My bones are subtle
In the way they move me
About the room, and to
             Places.
Like the high rise Snow berm
By the church
            Where
We stood bare foot,
             And naked.

My bones are subtle
In the way they shape me
Feeling this, much like
             The jute Twine that
I am both the fingers
And the spool:
            Unwinding
All at once.
Jory
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Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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