Abstract
Here's what I tell myself: I'm a mime and this town is the invisible box that I only pretend to be stuck in. Its boundaries are wherever I press the flat of my hand. Look, I'm trapped! Look, now I trace a window with my burglar gloves and peek through. Now I lift the window, climb through, and escape. Now I'm juggling. Now I'm dancing. Now the invisible box disappears. It never existed. Ha ha ha.
Recommended Citation
Parker, Kelcey
(2012)
"Limberlost,"
Booth: Vol. 4
:
Iss.
7
, Article 2.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol4/iss7/2
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