hands/fingers/fingers/toes


    snow


    falls like the sound of a glass bell


    gathering in cupped hands slowly/yet


    covers the melting heat of crinkled palms


    until cold blankets/tucks in


    fingertips withpinprick kisses


    mirror


    reflects strangers/horizons


    standing at a distance


    the mirror seems to move faster/to anticipate


    knowing/seems more like a voice than its echo


    float


    mother hand/arm reaching behind infant back


    wide fingers cradling head/new shoot arms move unsteadily


    like a voice learning a melody/descant


    belly a solitary moon above the bath water


    light


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    over-white photograph/afternoon/illuminated apron


    bleached bone sleeve/hand to pewter pot


    shaped like a head-sized mug


    hand open/holding back/as if catching hilltop winds


    fingers look (are) accidental on handle


    shadow-checked girl/dotted dress/fingertips on countertop


    nostalgia


    too many pockets/not enough clothes that fit


    pocket full/seams broken/pulling apart from top


    walking from room to scattered room/in search


    of tiny objects/picking them up/picking them up


    entering doorways/glancing/fingers brushing wall


    barely/leaving again


    boy behind a curtain/laughs/pulls the fabric away


    emerging tooth grin/curtain again


    forget


    woman/thinned beyond breath/mouth ajar


    waiting to be closed/eyes closed


    body dissolved beneath shadow blankets


    head in a mist of hair/everything grey and lilac pale


    soft/younger in stillness


    two feet/bottoms up/crisscrosses/Xs that spirits cannot


    cross/away/red bisecting/sewn in the hollow


    of the center of the sole


    - Kat Isacson