Asche

Friday, 26 October 2012

Kept.

She broke her wrist
once
when she was seven
falling from a bike.

She promised herself never again
would she shake
so hard

(enough to throw cherries
to the ground:
long afternoons car-driven
explanations
damaging knotted branches)
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