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my first day at elsewhere, i sat in a corner of the fabric workshop,
untangling jewelry for three hours. i was too anxious to talk to anyone.

sometimes when i was upset i would carry around a tin of jewely,
sitting on a bench outside or in the skylounge or in the aviary,
untangling, untangling, untangling.

there is something strange and special
about straightening that which hangs in circles around
necks, wrists, ankles, ears.
wings, winged, willing colors.

& at the end, i would place the beads, the buttons, the knotted strings,
back into the pile,
for someone new to wear or where,
to feel the order of things
with their fingertips.

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