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Updated: May 29, 2023

a broken window rattles in my left ear,

cochlear implants doing god’s work

my limbs feel detached lately

i hate defiance;

i hate myself

i have big hands

that i use to scratch my scars

and to occasionally write hymns of my stupid life

i wish there were an implant

to fix these hands of mine

i’ve noticed at night

that my belongings sprout claws

and watch my insomnia

with cruel gazes

aimed at my thoughts

until they stop at you.

the window seals its cracks

the metal rattling fades

my limbs pick themselves up off the ground

and my grimy fingers shorten a few inches

as the leers on my belongings are wiped clean

the thought of you

makes me whole again.


Editors: Blenda Y., Phoebe H., Alisha B.

Image: Paul Cézanne, The Card Players, ca. 1892–96, oil on canvas (Musée d’Orsay, Paris)


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