flips me upside down
shakes my ankles with rough hands
instead of loose change
I’m full of antique pearl buttons
red thread, and ticket stubs
for movies I haven’t seen
right-side-up and red-faced
I smooth my skirt against my thighs
I want to drift back
to the white of what’s left
the white where I began
and close the space around me
like petals in reverse
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