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Triage for the Unsaid
The waiting room is a collage of almosts: almost asleep, almost calm, almost able to explain.
How Far Back This Goes
my sadness was once tangled around my name.
the doctors had to touch the cold rain of their hands
against my fevered skull to know it was real
theory of mind is to convergence as telepathy is to non-sequitur
“Not everyone can tolerate at the speed of light”
“Eggs” & “Karkinos”
“Recently, the doctor has been looking / at my ovaries. I mean: she shoved / a camera inside of me to get a glimpse”
“Because of Necessity” & “Female Chronology”
You’ve never been a woman. You’ve been inside a woman, but you’ve never been a woman with something inside of her. You are inside of me. You marvel at the shape of my bladder.
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