all alone
in paper arches, the sky
threatens (me) to bloom.
out of flowers
i lay
undone
on the desk.
i make them solid
out of paper.
winds blowing,
birds folding.
origami
in my heart...
they say
i may be a girl.
i don't know.
maybe i'm a crane.
white trees creased inside my hands
begin to swirl.
the birds
unfold their wings.
without you,
my shapeless ways make horizontal planes
on the horizon:
on the smashed up,
creased up world.
i made myself an
origami bird
for you...
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