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Poetry by Alan May »
Fall. The trees explode. The choreographer says, Girl, stop looking out the window. Stay with it, girl. She leaps, looms like a 747. The skinny girls can’t jump this high. The tiny ones, their skin taut across their bones like the roadside dead. Funny, she leaps so high.