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Feb 2011
the space at the back of your knees
was always straight; you never bent your
legs and held the air rigorous around them.
compensating for this, your shoulders were forward,
fixing your eyes on a seam in the sidewalk
just a few inches deep but crawling with breath
and some child’s skinned palms

and the gap between your collarbone and rib cage
was a moat. fingers could sink between the lines,
between the countries that  made up the map, folding
and unfolding you, and between the rivers of everything
you contemplated as you slept. a smile crept over your spine.

elbows locked around the town, a fist forming the
peak of the hill that everything washed around. you were
the boundaries, the clumsy first kiss behind the school,
the same bricks every time, and nobody is alone. all the
graffiti holds itself in place with memories.

i could tell you were leaving by the way
you said “love” so many times in so few words
and your eyes were already blurred, looking anywhere but here
and the light had moved its way over you, and you wanted to
leave right then, just to separate your body from its tight
and unrelenting binding you had draped yourself in
all those years ago, being in this place
Written by
Taite A
561
   --- and Ariana V
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