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Poetry
Written By Ruby Clark

My dance, my

beautiful, my dance. I’ve

Been alive forever–the east river

is still a fortress. Sh.

I’ll keep it here: walking

Together. It’s no pressure,

Knowing when to look back,

Or when to turn. It’s not knowing,

Or filling fissures with spackle.

This? It's just breathing

It’s driving–sitting backwards

On the train, guarding something.

In the tallest places, you are

Full of secrets and long arms.

I want an ice cream cone.

I am dancing with you. Bars are

full of bugs and beauties. You are

full of streetlights and Canal Streets–

Unbalanced, humming

You are city hall.

Dance with me, City hall...

dance with me, Staten

Island. Let’s ride this ferry

To the Stock exchange and

Let our feet do the talking...

Tell me how you really feel, Yes!

“You breathe me.” Yes!

I know it

–you are heaven.

Ruby Clark

Ruby Clark is from Brooklyn, New York, and recently graduated from Emerson College with a BFA in Writing, Literature, and Publishing. They are keen on books, movies, spending time with loved ones, and drinking water. They are happiest when learning new things and walking around (both at once is especially cool). 

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