cathy_edgett) wrote, cathy_edgett It was just a film of distance at first, like distraction that didn’t clear.
The soaps and pots and jars of stuff that define the assemblage of my face each day
stood outside of me, questioning, asking me to remember each one for itself.
The automatic fell away, each move was purposeful and when complete,
the edges still remained.
Like a core sampling that moment was removed, leaving behind all that isn’t.
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