Je est une autre

I think such
preposterous things.

Yellow poppy
seeds burst

five-July in my head
squeeze eyes tight.

I can fly
on paper wings

and dress myself
in petal skirts;

breathe like rustled
leaves quivering

green mirrors
falling in the summer.

I must be
a million
others.

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