My Absentee Spine
A poem
Published in
Mar 26, 2022
My spine is Cannibal:
it eats its own space
when there is no space
remaining a bubble
will wrap itself, travel
& my vertebra will
refugee to somewhere
inconceivable.
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They/them. Perpetual student. Recovering from PTSD. Writes philosophically, formally, poetically, playfully, politically, personally, with love, ad infinitum.