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the wounded cyclicality of girlhood keeps time in
this infinite space where I can still feel the plot armor
of summer, can still feel her eye on forever-11 me
as I plunk along at the untuned piano, the sway of
her freckled foot, yellow anklet. Even now, the light
is blocked out by her bony shoulder so I can pretend
to read the sheet music with pursed lips. We cast our
commonplace shadows amid the clutter and clatter.
Always the smell of hair detangler and birthday candles.
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Erin Latham Shea
Assistant Poetry Editor at Wishbone Words
Content Writer + Editor at The Roch Society
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Comments (1)
This piece has a cool, nostalgic vibe! The mix of sensory details and that moment frozen in time feels really special. The dusty sunroom and the little details like the anklet and piano really set the mood. Feels like a memory you can almost reach out and touch—super vivid!