She is a
piece of water
an unwashed
apple, a
blue and
spinning star,
a ribbon tied
without
hands, a book
with only one word.
She is a
candle, an origami
flame, all
white and red and
awake. Heavy bread, burned
on every
side.
She is a cup
of sand,
a balloon,
sewn into the stitch
of the
horizon—
holding both
sea and sky at once.
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