Sona Ovasapyan
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Bastille Day
Lantern
Love
"i crumple my skin under powder of a chalk drawn outline the lion comes, strength
bends at the window of my beaded
head i take its hair and make braids
to hold me down but
to chalk comes back, draws
a blank for me to pause by
i take up my corner of the window
shatter it down, crawl beneath
its cascade, find the tooth the lion's
decay, draw my eyes
to the ceter of the earth
cradle my heart to the echoes of its
mirth, now, the chalk i hold dooms
the chambers of my heart
chalk subsides beneath my skin
tembles in the orbit of my love"