1. Numb

Jessica YungPoetryLeave a Comment

Your torso is a ladder against the back of the chair again.

When did it sink this time? But it never falls past the awkward,

never enough for you to lie down on the seat and float,

gaze resting on the constellations in your eyes.


(Imported from A.Symmetric Space, a side project I have now rescinded)

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