Autotomy

A gate swings shut 
too suddenly. A window's 
upper and lower sashes 
cinch close. A stippled 
blue shadow detaches from 
the ceiling the way a leaf 
falls. What is that twitch 
like a whip or an eyelash 
caught in a doorway? Finger-
glove of skin or colorless 
sheath: up close, it pulses 
still with the life that picked 
itself up and bolted from 
the incident of its near 
extinguishing.

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