Dandle
/Dark and light,
we’re eye to eye,
a blinding fortress.
The winds blow.
Listen to trees whispering.
Stilts are tipping
over. Earthquake shakes
muscle and bones.
Inside out, where blood
and skin meet—string me,
marionette me. Control me.
I’m holding steady
in wrinkled skin,
old and peeling.
Control me.
By Erica Varela
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