DefinitionA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierDefinition I threw myself from the moon; an unexpected bad reaction. Word-roots twisted in spine, a definition misunderstood. And I play light in the wind, butterfly wings beating in cursive, music to a Snapdragons’ ears. That ache in the back of my head. Salt is more my problem. I was reaching I admit to as much, admit to it all. Leaping into open air was easy after that. Amazingly so.
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