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Isabelle Edgar

I wore lipstick that day.
Some on my cheek.
He said, I can tell it’s a costume.
I am not accustomed to seeing multiple planes in one sky.
I stood on his toes and watched clouds collide,
like crow’s feet, he said, lines seeping from moments,
a spilled glass of wine.
As he walked our two feet
he placed his fingers on my neck.
His thumb pulled a line of red from my smirk to my temple.

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Originally from Woods Hole, Massachusetts, Isabelle Edgar is a writer and dancer currently studying at Stanford University.