when his hands were no longer there

it’s when she fumbles with the zipper running down the length of her spine,
closing its teeth until she reaches the edge of her shoulder blades
slicing down in echoes of wings,
arms unable to contort and finish that gap of space,
waiting for the feel of calluses closing over her soft hands
to complete the transformation from jeans to dress up,
she realizes she is alone

Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a BA in Studio Art.

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