The Poetry Project

cellophane

Hope Johnson

to the music video

open to gauzy curtains
ice heel
glass floor whisper
why don’t i
do it
for you
muscled
and fine
she climbs then falls
far,
and fast down
that dark
narrow tunnel

at the bottom
women wait
they cover her
in red
clay
loss morphs
hips resolve
i’ll do it
for you

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