In a Trap

In the beginning
(who is aware of
that mythical place?) maybe
the beginning started at the end,

caught up with itself
and just became a threshold
of journey.

Yes, I'm alive
(what does that mean?)
inside of four corners
with a window looking
out. A furnace loudly

rumbling, boiling
(some call it heart)
a room where memories
flutter like moths.

"I don't want to be normal"
she said, in her blue silk blouse,
her father building fences
to keep in the child.

And it was perpetual,
her mind on fire, all season
the seasons were one,
the skin over her eyes,

her feet bleeding
in a trap that caught wolves,
foxes and fallen stars.

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