A beautiful new voice joins the Collective, and what a stunning voice it is. Wow.
You will often find me hanging loosely
Like structures of dust, under the mattress,
above the mattress, on the shelf, the window,
the bookrack, in the things I touch, in the things
I mirror
Mother said ‘ You should have died sooner ‘
I wonder if I should have plucked my naval
into a bleeding pool and draped the umbilical cord around my paper
corset, a Sakura hangman’s knot
I rinse my throat every morning as I enter the mirror
in my threaded bluish gown, my face cut and placed,
Like seismic continents sewn by beaded colors
I take the toothpaste and rub it onto my teeth, lest anyone
detect the stench from a failing me,
run my face under water,
a few hundred times, hoping my skin would grow ameba feet
and hide inside the uterus of damp pipelines
Hoping then that all of me would follow
and I…
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