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The sky 
looks like it is fire 
the lake, silver 
and I wonder 
what my skin tastes like 
after seeing something 
like this. 
For surely this sky falls, sinks 
beneath my skin 
just as the cold does, just 
as the snow. Just as the moon 
does, when it is waning, 
just as the clouds do 
when they can’t help but break. 
Some moments I am nothing more
than driftwood, fox prints, flight. 

- Julia Klatt Singer.
- Used with permission.