origami baby, or : shock

quietly,
hands formed from air:
over, under, over,
folding neatly,
pressing corners,
steaming edges:

soundless.
motionless.

I am becoming origami again,
clean laundry,
a fresh canvas never painted.

soon, it would be as if you never were–
if only I could forget.

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