The Shut In

Shut In
looks out a window with tops in her eyes,
sees the sidewalk that isn’t through the sidewalk that is,
hopscotch, tic tac toe,
she plays it in frost and glass,
plays both parts,
makes one X, the final X, so deep it looks like an O.
The top winds down from its long spin.
She can almost see some marks zip past,
a bear, or maybe a pirate,
blue creaming down into red,
blue like the sky was once,
red like the blood was,
the red and the blue that isn’t through the red and the blue that is.

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