A straight shooter, she
imagines everything becomes visible
on her face. Imagines she casts 

no shadow, is exposed
even when it rains. 


into those blind spots go
whole narratives unfolding
with characters she didn’t invent 

roaming places she’s afraid
to step into—transparencies 

crumpled and torn, dark
rooms boarded up.

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