Poem Six: The Magic Trick

Poem Five: The Magic Trick

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I enter the box in the dark.

I close my eyes.

I dream of animals.

The lace of your dress,

astounding pressure

of water begins to 

snake around my chest

in a tightening grip.

Passage of matter 

through matter. 

My arms through links of metal

and rope. Everything you

thought you believed in 

isn’t true. I always escape.

I can explain everything.

Faith can move mountains.

I was almost out of the locker

before it even hit the water.

I can hold my breath 

a very long time.

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