#97 – Woman Twenty Five

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She holds an uneven square of fabric stiffened by time and folded in on itself.

The material awkwardly unfurls, bearing stubborn creases that mark a long stillness.

A stitched line draws across a thick wide hem, follows the edge,

remembering when her form inhabited this yellowed cloth.

A black velvet belt suddenly drops from inside of the dress, falls to

the floor, and gestures like a startled snake.

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