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I. before the weather has turned to madness before we have argued whether it is heat or humidity we have plaited my hair into hers and braced for the wind II. her hair turns springy when water is poured from above bottle shower waterfall same as ever my hair hangs down III. she scrunches her face in laughter and tears I race to find the emotion before it is gone and so is she IV. we will string holiday lights fruit loops on wire and hang them in circles broken by dying firs electricity will force reckless serenades and songs of youth V. lackluster love songs plead their way through tin can headphones, wires stretched from the tree house where she hides to the backyard blanket tent where I hold fort VI. the words she was saying fell out of favor as we moved closer towards chaos and I stopped listening because words in my head overwhelmed VII. whispers mean not what they used to there is something in the air and she blinks with the force of tornado VIII. papers in piles floor turned on its head tendons exposed I think we have always been preparing IX. before the wind is called friend and we have dared neglectful ground we will clasp fingers and fall towards sparrows X. reckless in each other we become unbraided _________________________________________________________________________ EVE ROSENBAUM is currently in the MFA Creative Writing program at American University. She is the Associate Editor for Folio, the literary journal produced by the Creative Writing Deparment at American University. Her work has been published in various journals, including Affair of the Mind, Caprice, Artemis and her essay, "Inventing Myself", will appear in the anthology, On the Fringes (SUNY Press 2000). You can email Eve Rosenbaum at: everosenbaum@hotmail.com
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