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making starfish


to the untrained eye
starfish have no front or back
but village women know better
these days they cut stencils
from discarded x-ray plates
create whole beds of starfish
on bark cloth and cotton sheets
when you cut x-rays
they utter a peculiar cry
but starfish split silently
make more of themselves
to fill up empty spaces
something the lonely could do

Last updated 10 May, 2006