Reflections on missing things
How can a girl survive a heart attack
and not have a heightened sense of
everything? The smell of evening is
a thick cloud of burnt wood.
Every light bulb pierces the cornea,
every taste bud explodes. How can
a girl with no feet, one leg and
two missing hands wake up in the
morning and eat her breakfast? Brush
her teeth, use eyeliner, get off?
How can a girl that hangs herself in
her closet feel the weight's release?