Tickled by Tulle

Soaked petals blow in the fan;

one petal moves, one petal falls,

curved green leaves ache their spines.

Glass shatters—streaks along the floor,

I grind my knees in it, I stay quiet,

I watch the feet.

Tick tock, the heels stab the floor,

bony fingers, black-haired knuckles grasp thighs,

I am tickled with tulle and feathers.

I sneeze, someone sees.

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