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anxiety / me
I wake up with urgency’s sandpaper clawspawing at my throat. I crunch downon my breakfast bowl of rusty nails, each bitepumping iron into my veins. My shadow whispers in Morse code, dotsand dashes of dread…
Something I Might Mistake For Beauty
At my appointment with the first doctor who might finally name the nebulous illness I’ve suffered with for seven years, the intake form requests I list my symptoms; a hazard of myprofession that every ache…
By Hand & Proverbs
By Hand You stood at some imaginedprecipice complaining aboutthe circuitry of your skin the way the cells weresoldered by a boy whosefather never taught him how. You remembered coweringin their workshop, the mooddull as grass…
Stracciatella
Wrist wheedled from out honed steel, hot-washed to a surgical shimmer, You glow Pistachio.Paddles and scoops, marble-top ready, hot water ensconced,Get doled nocciola.Glass shielded in bins like incubated babies, pastel- swaddled line-up in bassinets,What a summons.A queue worthy of cordons, in…