At the edge of the world,
Margery unrolled her wrinkles
and shed her skin.
As she took her first step in the sand,
everyone turned to watch her,
smooth and pink like an India rubber ball,
still new and glistening in the sun.
They talked about her in a shallow chorus
of whispers.
Some were jealous,
but most were in awe.
They reached out their hands as she passed,
traced the roughly cut outlines her feet made in the sand.
I am beautiful for the first and last time, Margery thought.
Then, she curled her toes over the edge
and slipped off.

-- Cara Losier Chanoine​