hands/fingers/fingers/toes

  snow

  falls like the sound of a glass bell

  gathering in cupped hands slowly/yet

  covers the melting heat of crinkled palms

  until cold blankets/tucks in

  fingertips with pinprick kisses

  mirror

  reflects strangers/horizons

  standing at a distance

  the mirror seems to move faster/to anticipate

  knowing/seems more like a voice than its echo

  float

  mother hand/arm reaching behind infant back

  wide fingers cradling head/new shoot arms move unsteadily

  like a voice learning a melody/descant

  belly a solitary moon above the bath water

  light

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  over-white photograph/afternoon/illuminated apron

  bleached bone sleeve/hand to pewter pot

  shaped like a head-sized mug

  hand open/holding back/as if catching hilltop winds

  fingers look (are) accidental on handle

  shadow-checked girl/dotted dress/fingertips on countertop

  nostalgia

  too many pockets/not enough clothes that fit

  pocket full/seams broken/pulling apart from top

  walking from room to scattered room/in search

  of tiny objects/picking them up/picking them up

  entering doorways/glancing/fingers brushing wall

  barely/leaving again

  boy behind a curtain/laughs/pulls the fabric away

  emerging tooth grin/curtain again

  forget

  woman/thinned beyond breath/mouth ajar

  waiting to be closed/eyes closed

  body dissolved beneath shadow blankets

  head in a mist of hair/everything grey and lilac pale

  soft/younger in stillness

  two feet/bottoms up/crisscrosses/Xs that spirits cannot

  cross/away/red bisecting/sewn in the hollow

  of the center of the sole

  - Kat Isacson