Alison Williams

Shadows in the Folds

Our children have no bodies. They are paper children, dancing dolls, cut from the white sheets we have written on. Arms outstretched, hands joined each one to the next as they unfold. Singing a song that has no meaning deeper than it’s sound.

birds fly up
from the dry bed
of a river

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