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sandra wyllie
Poems
Apr 2023
He's in My Review
mirror, growing smaller
than a beetle and so
clearer. When he was larger
than life he was fuzzy as
a high-winded kite. I,
tethered to his string,
held onto the whole tangled,
twisted thing. Pulling
it with me as it cut
into my hand. Bleeding
a bright strawberry jam,
attracting hornets, and
dancing in
the buzz. Does it
make me slow down?
Does it not turn me around?
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