She
dangled between slots. Two shaven
birches
among 24 that supported and striped a porch.
She
pretended the sinewy grasses
that
tickled her ankles and dissolved down the delta
were
a stirring flow tide from the river at the bottom of the
hill.
Stomach and thighs clamped against the wooden timber and for
a
moment a curl glistened with pinioned copper
highlighting
the sunlight in her raincloud eyes. The
moment
ossified and a haze crossed the sun. The mountains were
shadowed
like cows. The sliver of weathered grain puckered her
upper
leg, swelling the surrounding flesh. She glowed
but
glowed a sickly amber. She should pull it out before
it
experienced photosynthesis. She could already feel the roots
worming
their way inside of her and ten years later, a
forest had swallowed this porch.
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