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 Feb 2014 Sophie Anna
avital
her ankles are close to
breaking and
she teeters when she walks
heel-toe-heel-toe then
please oh please god let me stay
upright when the wind blows
her collarbone might just shatter
and her wrists could snap in two
it isn't anyone's fault, per say, but bones
and we, as a
fragmented people
need wholeness
and these little cracks, they
add up
 Nov 2013 Sophie Anna
avital
we try to clutch the sun in our
cracked hands

but the moon needs a turn to be beautiful
too
 Nov 2013 Sophie Anna
avital
she was a paper girl:
her thoughts were written across her face
and she could crumple
quite easily


sometimes she could fold herself neatly
into little squares
so that all seemed good and
organized and
right

but if you were to unfold her, the words would come rushing at you like a tidal wave and you’d drown in the alphabet soup of her soul

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