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the landscape in herds, swarms, flocks, and schools, shaping air currents
and vibrating to different rhythms. Our paths are a kaleidoscopic
fabric. Only humans need veiling, separation from other living things,
elements, each other. We pattern our veils with designs from nature
These fragilities are memories of who we've known and who we've been:
a baby's blanket, dresses a father bought his daughters. On them play
shadows of trees, saturated patterns, flocks of birds, creatures of
earth and sea: escaping canvas, monitor, and screen, curving over
fold, moving to whispers and wind.
Being sent to hang clothes to dry was a dreaded chore. The heat of
the Texas sun was mirrored by its white-hot glare on billowing linens.
I felt a closeness to my father pinning up his handkerchiefs and socks.
The indifference to my sister could be intensely felt and go unwitnessed,
as I was careful not to stretch her elastic waistbands.
rippled colors / draw my passing / retold for yours / upon this veil
that separates / always / trapped within / that skin in / which i was
within / this veil on which / shadows / and / your dreams
appear / your hard swift arrow / smooth and straight / for all that bound / in blood red bleed / are kin to me / we / cannot / be / set free