Body Bag Olivia Hajioff
We exist, you and I, in body bags. Stretchy, but a perfect fit. And when we lie quietly, what do we feel? Not an arm or a leg But a buzz, an ache, an itch. Try it. And the rest? Blank space. Pricks of light in a dark city. But choose a point in the numbness and suddenly it will come alive: The tip of your nose, The heel of your hand. Once unfelt, they now belong. And you will be brought back to earth in the knowing.
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Jersey Devil Press