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Thief

This morning
I steal away
a moment.
I hold it tight

in my palm,
as it stretches
its limbs

into my flesh —
a sleepy rabbit.
I watch it
skip across

the threshold
into fresh snow,
leave no marks on the page,

except
for the shadow
of a slightly
smaller
truth.

First published in Moria, Issue 5, Spring 2020