In Natalie’s head
there are two poles
though neither
nor South

she magnetises animals
and can stand
in levitation
on skateboards, manhole covers,
dustbin lids
if they can be found

I once saw her push a car aside
and the child lived

but she wouldn’t touch us
she wouldn’t touch us

I remember when I lost
the sparked sight of her
spinning and dancing over the glimpsed wires
of pylons marching North, my North

everything became a shade or so darker
only for us
and she shares, as ever
her light

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