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Scaffold body

after Kiki Smith

We were used to living

attached to the ground.

So it was a surprise

to see others living

in suspension.

Bodies soft

as sunflower heads after

winter, hanging

from the scaffold.

We climbed on up.

The thought of bodies

even small ones

or ones we don’t know

living like that

alone

was too much. Lying

on the scaffold’s bars

our breath went in and out.

Our lungs moved

everything gently.

Swing, little soft

bodies,

swing.