peeling origami skin up, underneath
paper fingers, petals
I told myself I folded
placed razor snips under layered pages
red ribbons to find later
yellow-edged and creases under my eyes
I told myself for years
I folded
maybe I was wrong, maybe
I was crooking crane wings under elbows
maybe I was paper airplane ready
maybe I have only been in the wrong hands
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