The Study -Molly Dorozenski
February 26, 2013, 7:34 am
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I remember what it is like to be disarmed.
The doorframe packed with snow.
Thick leather bellows to fan the flame.
Everything worth learning
in a new kind of dictionary.
When I take note of all the people around me
I panic and my chest feels cold.
Pretty girls everywhere are crying.
I am like a stick insect or a druid
peering into the spyglass. Inside the book,
humans are breathing their wet breath.
Doing and undoing their buttons.
Writing confidently with Bic pens.
Flushing spectacularly clean toilets.
Comparing birthmarks.    I remember you
in the early days.      Ragged notebook paper.
Doorbells.      Nakedness.      Disaster.


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