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| Photo by Zanetta Hardy |
Iceless skate blades dream
of dancing outside teenage
closet angst, flute’s
cadaver rests inside velvet-
lined sixth-grade coffin,
plush bears and bunnies
stuffed within childhood dump
of loved-and-left-behind,
a yellow tutu with the flounce
crushed out of it, elevator-
crowded acoustic guitar
flanked by clothes two sizes
too small, casino-bustier
dresses not yet filled out,
adolescent hormones shooting
boy-band crush projectiles,
a face every shade of red,
hair crimped
crooked like the path
she toddles, girl
to woman.
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