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OctPoWriMo 9

Choreography 
after so long not moving
side by side by side

makes you forget how
the loneliest body is
also still lucky

to wake up aching
short of breath not knowing if
the new routine will

stick to synapses
worn down by dull atrophy
and repetition

or if the making
was always there just waiting
to break a few legs

restless but caught in
suspended animation
like a clock that lasts

for at least a thousand years

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher