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I have grown out of the sock drawer. a vagrant unfit holed structure that still somehow keeps you warm. Keeps you taut. I stretch my skin a wrapper. a warbler in my breadth. I crave a shriek this voice is unafraid to pitch. at work, I ask if I can / if I may / if I could just / wouldn’t we all be better / if you saw it from our / perspective / maybe I need to take step back / process this / a different size. My brother says at least not you. Not you, so legal. You belong here. You will have to say it. Not too loud. Carry ID everywhere. To a concert. To the grocery store. Understandably to the airport. Ununderstandably to a poetry show. You never know. Who is asking / who is asking? I want to remind you to stay angry just in case. But not too angry. Just enough that your shrinking looks like confidence to anyone who stops you. You understand right? Because they will. They will mow you down. Chiseled lawn. Perfect six pack body. And still, a beer pack to take home to the boys. I guess only some people can have it all. And still

I have grow n out of your sock drawer. a vagrant unfit holed structure that still somehow keeps you warm. Keeps you taut. I stretch my skin a wrapper. a warbler in my breadth I crave a shriek thI s voice is unafraid to pitch. at work, I ask if I can / if I may / if I could just / wouldn’t we all be better off / if you saw it from our / perspective / maybe I need to take step back / process this / a different size. My brother says at least not you. Not you, so legal. You belong here. You will have to say it. Not too loud. Carry ID everywhere. To a concert. To the grocery store. Understandably to the airport. Un understand ably to a poetry show. You never know. Who is asking / who is asking? I want to remind you to stay angry just in case. But not too angry. Just enough that your shrinking looks like confidence to anyone who stops you. You understand right? Because they will. They will mow you down. Chiseled lawn. Perfect six pack body. And still, a beer pack to take home to the boys. I guess only some people can have it all. And still

wrap a warbler shriek

so you belong everywhere

remind your shrinking

Shivani Gupta

Shivani Gupta is a writer, curator, dancer & overall stage loving human. Her work has featured globally in BBC, Forbes, Edinburgh Fringe Festival, Mumbai Poetry Slam, Loyola College, Baby Teeth, Ranger, The Well & more. She is a current In-Surreal-Life fellow & serves as the Development Committee Chair for the Chicago Poetry Center. She loves sauces, baked goods & all round silliness.

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