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Thigh

can a single word carry so much?

Yes,
when attached to hips
to torso
to shoulders
to head

of a girl wearing thigh high tights

and moving with
momentum
even Heisenberg himself
could not predict.

A flash reveals
a white beam of skin
and a sadness built

into the curve of a hip,
carried in the gentle rounding
of her shoulder to her neck.

grief is elongated, lengthened
by this grazing, grazioso gait of her step

until

Thigh

becomes

so dissonant
so resounding

that it leaves

an imprint of this life
in my head,

and a residue of this sound,
in my heart,
pounding.