Ariana-Sophia M. Kartsonis, a letter to Agnieszka

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Dear Agnieszka,

By way of introducing let's just say icicle and minnow and linger let's just say colour and rumour spelled with a you in mind and if you can hear that stranger music shimmer strange and strong then let's sing awhile you and me.

I was named for a bookstore cat who lived in a house on the corner turned bookish in Salt Lake City. A town wedged between mountains and weird believers. A ring of mountains skirted us and we never ever felt hemmed in. I was mystery girl on velvet paws, sleeping my days away on bound tongues and binding contracts and the words and the ones who loved them and I was feline extraordinaire cooly beloved, distantly adored. I was bliss in shrug of fur. Then I was vapor, the dustmotes that loved that same patch of sunshine in the corner by biography or the little poetry room where shy girls sat on the floor and drank little cups of word-tea and teased rhyme from the floorboards and were saved.

I am a flat-footed ballerina and you are the way light works to make me spectacular and make the audience not-there off the edge of the abyss which is their gaze, which is enthrall, witches brew all of these for the girl who stands pretty pleasing on her toes and shivers me timbers in satin shoes.

Enough ballet for one day.

Aftermath,

Agatha

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Ariana-Sophia M. Kartsonis
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