The City of Backward Glances

There is a girl who lives
here,
some where on this

narrow  street

–  the girl with all those unknowns sewn
on her arms like sleeves

the girl who is constantly followed

by an anxious, thin
bony, white
light.

She seems so heavy, gaunt is she is.

Every night after her grandmother
goes to bed,  she quietly drills
small precise holes

into her
bones.

It is something she
read once
in National Geographic,

the thing that made it  possible

for birds to

fly.

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