it’s fierce and I am floundering:
irked by the unscheduled detour,
your face, and how many people were right.
who authorized these feelings?
where are the forms in triplicate?
this cape was GUARANTEED to make me invisible.
I didn’t brush your fingers on purpose,
matches sparking in the dark,
laughing, warmed through, and seen.
Cover photo by Elizabeth Tsung.
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