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I Can

Poetry & Prose | November 7, 2011
By Shir Livne

 

my hand can
move if i
want it to.
reach past
dark space
and trace a
jaw, rigid
until it melts
in my palms.
i can spin
the sky around
if i drink
a lot
i can be
skinny with
pills and
soggy time
but.
my hand
i can move
all on
my own.