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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Mariel Fechik

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Lately, your eyes look like a swimming pool
at nightor rather, a glass-bottomed boat
or rather, the inside of that snowglobe from

whatever it was that you used to say in winter
is stuck inside my head, falling to bits like
the fake snow inside that snowglobe,
unmentionable and large, yet very small
and soft.

Here I am undoing what I've done, turning
your eyes into jewelsinto berriesinto
marblesinto dwarf starsinto all the
ways I want to leave.