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she slammed her shadow
in the door, severing them
& tossed a fallen
star, spraying sparkling
buckshot wormholes,
#atomizing her shadow
& reason, sucking all the color
from her hermit home,
now, trapped in a
single room in her mind,
she thought only in
black & white
rapidly shifting #hive,
like fall leaves
(muddy clothes & legos)
from lone tree shedding
(naked like the day
it sprouted - wild boy)
everywhither (ramen noodles)
sneaked popsicles
(evidence of sticky sticks)
clothes after clothes changed
(raking falling leaves all day)