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The Kite

The back a separate body

unfamiliar to the face

ceremony of mirrors

to find its graceful lace.


Winged arches with a piston

grip, momentous to the eye,

a notch of bone dressed buttons

trace a finger down the line


to the kite of spine's skin corsetry

and curves that cave behind.


This that breath cannot erase

is yours and all yours to fly.



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  • Emily Ballou - The Kite