Soft blankets
threadbare smooth
see through pillowcase
my skin my hair
butterflies land
eyelashes meter out taps
our electrical fire
i think about our years
this way sometimes
when we are this close
to the edge of our time
this close to the walking away
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About margaretelysiagarcia
Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book about body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
