I have some tulle and modal, let’s make something soft and gray But don’t crop the fabric like the ears of Great Danes and Dobermans who guard the gangsters and junkyards but should be protecting the beating hearts of babies digging their fragile fingers in the dirt, uprooting tulips and daffodils planted in the fall with hope like breath in the air instead of smoke that fills the lungs with tar and carcinogens, subtle forms of self- mutilation Like women who starve themselves and mar their skin Some with razors and some with jewels and ink To paper words and intricacies of black, such as fishnets and lace pressed against skin And eyes dancing with candles and connections of lips and limbs Until the morning when the sun breaks the clouds Soft and gray, like lace and cotton Waiting to be Transformed.
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Leah Fleming is twenty-one years old and a senior at Bemidji State University. She is in love with the words people use and the connections humans make.
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