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It’s the beginning of a poem I never finished. 

The poem is about a girl I used to know. 

On Friday afternoons there were dances in the gym

Jamie danced barefoot, by herself. 

“I dance like a jewel in the melting.” 

That was under her picture in the yearbook.

Jamie moved to the Northwest after high school.

She met a man who had a cabin in the woods

They argued over something. 

Jamie left without her shoes

She was a girl I used to know. 

It was a poem I never finished. 

In the gym the floor was cold

She was alone except for the earth.

 

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