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| In the Shimmering |
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Driving tonight, windows down, something fluttered inside my shirt, between my breasts. I didn't find anything as I checked in and out of my shirt and bra then forgot all about it when I went shopping in the mall, though it scared me to think some bug had gotten in, checking me out. But when I came home and took off my clothes, I saw between my breasts a butterfly shaped dark brown smear and inside my bra, the silver shimmering soul of a moth had remained. How perfect to leave the world like that--a shimmer and a smear next to someone's heart. |