Tan little girls on summer shores
and in summer fields
named her paper
And now her paper fingers slide
down her own paper calves
noticing they've since
hardened inward until their colour
suggests marble, suggests the layers of weight
that add up to this particular translucence.
She keeps them away
from summer girls
for shame or for sanctuary
she's not sure.
Now only her hands notice
how startling a sculpture they've become.
nov 28, 2010
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