it is hard to tell what she is.
a rock and a pillar. some tubes on her forehead.
lyrical metaphors surround her body
of steel. her hair frozen. her gaze stolen.
her hands stretch nowhere
holding nothing
like brown wings of
a stuffed bird.
she is suspended
in air. shades of brown
earth and off-white air.
it is hard to say what this woman really wanted.
there is only one slipper
under her feet. she looks somewhere else.
i cannot follow.
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