Fiction/Poetry

women

fold yourself up

like a wee origami box

delicate and lovely

pink azaleas sketched

on only the exterior

once you’re as wee

as you can make yourself

fold yourself in half again

and again

and again

until we can’t see you

especially can’t hear you

you may

threaten to burst

but don’t

and remain pretty

and easy

and light

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