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Pas de deux / Kaleigh Walter



They burst into existence

a wingspan of eighth notes

 

violin case their marquee

but a wasted occasion

 

to try fate on like a purple dress

and embody a ballet

 

written by a Russian god

for a dying swan.

 

Zürich imports dozens

sowing cygnets into canals

 

each saccharine neck curved

like the body of a cello.

 

You and I watch them

glide past dangling feet

 

tapping our toes to the troupe’s crescendo

marking the silence

 

that grew between our

long-distance duet. 

 

Another white bird

floats under us

 

and defecates

marring the turquoise shimmer

 

until the lake’s meter

makes it disappear.

 

Only it doesn’t

not really.

 

The entropy is merely scattered

molecule next to molecule

 

hydrogen hydrogen shit and oxygen

mouth mouth ellipsis and breath

 

but I am the one who sees the waves break the mire

I kiss you stranger


and let your exhale

plume over me too.


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KALEIGH WALTER is a poet, prose writer, and nonprofit fundraiser living in Minneapolis. She holds an MFA from Concordia University, St. Paul, and she's working on her first novel. Her work is featured in West Trestle Review and Book of Matches. Twitter/X: @KaleighWalter, Instagram: @kaleigh_walter.

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