Notebook Primitive

That these ruled
lines offend
her is a symptom,
hers, of obsession.
She needs to draw 

stick figures
unencumbered by wires
and shortest distances, tight
ropes and narrative’s longhand
script. She knows 

they’ll walk out
on clouds of snow-
covered mystery, but
at least she can pretend
she set them free.

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