By Sarina Greene
Art by Yao Zhuo
I maintain a watchful eye around streets of Brooklyn, New York hell bent on being the people who spend their days sipping cappuccinos in bliss confidently able in their own physique
I examine the holder & think of cracked, itched, checkerboards I feel have
nothin’ on me
pieces drip gray mucus
bruised bent brown
victims to a disease of brutality
& bumps have formed
bloody, we can’t help it
expansive, when touched
remember when we cut the lizard up?
in kindergarten it looked just like this—
grime you would find dripping from the sole of your converse
just to harden in the winter time
I would peel prickly scales off the ends & roll them into a ball around my fingers
uncomfortable encounters of a woman in solitude
keep me from slumber, yearning, to ease tingling inhabiting every corner of my skin aveeno moisturizer graciously becomes the joke we tell to our friends on facetime when they ask
why I’m watching before sunrise at midnight
I think of
dried apricots
because my sketched wishbone is edible
& now dead
anxiously agonizing
for me to stop
but in the end I still ate it
there was no flavor
besides
chewy.
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