bodywriting
at fourteen:
a python
swallowing
my heart
rat-sized
digesting.
growing up meant learning to suck blood;
leave
body twitching
four hundred and fourteen
beats
focus
steady
drip
down
the back of the throat -
safety.
i didn’t see you kiss me.
a slap’s worth of endorphins
the usual rush hour traffic
this time a hand in the tunnel
knuckles meet raw meat
it thuds into the gutter
reverberating dread
up, up
stomach to behind my nose
where i choke.
hello! thank you for reading my poem. i haven’t been very active on substack lately but i plan to get more involved over the next few months. if you’re reading this - tell me a piece of yours i can read in return!
