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Nana Ollerenshaw: Toothpick Woman

Nana Ollerenshaw

Dec 01 2015

1 mins

Toothpick Woman

 

The toothpick woman

left no footprints.

She ran in the shower

to get wet,

knitted herself into a scarf

before she pulled her body out.

Even a sneeze would make enough breeze

to knock her about.

People often thought

she wasn’t there.

She missed herself in the mirror

when she combed her hair.

At night her blanket hardly rose

above her nose.

 

But toothpick woman changed,

put on a little fat to fill her body in.

She cast a shadow now,

claimed a third dimension,

gloried to see a roundness

underneath her skin.

In her mind a fire burned

zeal and hope returned.

No one could guess

In the strangeness of her seasons

such exultation

for so small a reason.

 

Nana Ollerenshaw

 

 

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