you didn’t really know her the day
she sat on the stand, her hair pulled back
hands cold, translucent and damp
pressed flat against her thighs
as she confirmed another finale
hinging a quiet beginning
in a voice clear and level
that sounded just like her own
she was plain and resolute
woven inside of contradictions
and she barely knew herself
© june 2011 heather brager
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