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Tornado Watch

Molly Kirschner '16

Air hovers blank as page. Mirror glass shatters;
it rains. Sounds like cracking oysters. Looks like pearls
dropping off a necklace. Rolling.

The skin, it drips for this. The hair, it tangles
in itself like ringlets of smoke.
The clavicle lifts with the breath.

Butterfly, she hides in falling orange leaves.

Published by: in Issue 1: Fall 2013, Poetry, Volume 70

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