This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Andre Bagoo Poem
And in these bodies birds

 And in these bodies birds
  dance, having discovered
 one thing they could trust: the
floor. No matter how high they
 leapt, no matter the weight of
  bodies, the floor. One hot day,
 the dancers open the old house
they have taken (the poet
 writing in her notebook
  sleeps next door during  
 daylight). They understand,
these dancers, doors and how
 to open them. What is a 
  body but a door? Opening
 other doors. Each step
we attempt circles
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