A4-sized fairy / archived cry

I can live where a girl I was 
a sparrow
make room!
appear

but not for much longer, I think

It was all ‘coloured glass, crushed into the skin / 
on her legs / and on the concrete before that
as she fell asleep / shining’

Or
was it 
‘better to see 
a web
the world as it is and to try
show up
to 
arrive’?

That scrolls and scrolls
whatever that means
meant by the water that
morning
paint still clinging to 
the eyelids, sticky eyelashes

is that better? I just want the swathes
of paper
folding
their transparency
I just wanted them around.

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Amber French grew up in Waitakaruru, Hauraki Plains. Her ancestors came to Aotearoa from Somerset in England. She lives in Sydney now. Her work can be found in Poetry Aotearoa Yearbook, North & South, Landfall, and Poetry Salzburg Review.