Wax Paper


I am still
I
Though underneath pressed layers
Folding and obscuring

Still I am
I
Especially when stuck by brilliant light
Piercing and disclosing

I still am
I
In the palms of certain hands
Unfolding and releasing

Am I still
I
?
Hidden from eyes and crushed —
Is this
Preservation
Or suffocation
?

I am still

Here

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