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Elementary Love

by A S

I used to play Cat’s Cradle in a treehouse with a girl who smelled like pinecones, a scent now recalled by my car’s air freshener. The string was surrendered only after she took Raven’s Claw to the Eiffel Tower; I always knew she’d fly as far away from me as she could find. She kissed the corners of my lips and I folded them in, and again, creating a fortune teller that said “You will be mine” under every number. My lips still wait for hers to ask about the future.
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A S
No problem -- Cat's Cradle is that game you play with a long, oval-shaped piece of string that you can play alone or with others and you like loop it around your fingers. (Googling Cat's Cradle and hitting Images is probably 400% easier than trying to understand my description).
J.J.
Lovely poem. If you don't mind the inane question-what is Cat's Cradle?

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