Winston-Salem, NC, 2000: Kegan, Positive
Katherine Fallon
We were seated on a park bench covered
with bird shit when you told me. My legs
were folded like a grand arachnid, and you
put your head in my lap. I took your palm
and, pretending I knew which was the life
line, chose the longest. Crisply creased,
its shadow tributaries worked magic on me,
never yet unsafe. I always knew that bodies
were necessary, but not that they were also
threats. Question marks, at best.
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