Poetry on Post-its #4

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and in those microscopic images
like the rods you see behind your eyes
she spotted a woman,
swirling, twirling amongst fluorescent green
in the night, luminescent,
fragrant like the nostalgia of nailpolish,
criss-crossed with the fates and
DNA of unknown substances,
dancing her life away

-2016

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