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Authors

Kelcey Parker

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.

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