Instructions for Folding (continued)

By: Alessandra Bava

I keep folding
some in, some out.

Doesn’t life at times
resemble an
origami play?

A red paper is
folded to give shape to
some carnal lady.

The black one
takes the form of
some cruel villain.

I keep folding and folding
seeking new characters:

a puppeteer enchanted by
my own paper and ink world.

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