POEM

reality, in bloom.

with this chest unviable, & this bite unclenched,

i cinch my innards & threaten to strangle my spirit.


 

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i bury bees in sand & wonder aloud if it is     

sadistic to starve flowers of water only to


 

witness them

stand out of death.


 

i am tired of extracting parts of

myself to stay sane, but would


 

pluck every rib to see

myself whole.

*Originally published in Maudlin House

Annette Covrigaru is a gay/bigender American-Israeli writer based in Brooklyn, N.Y. They were a Lambda Literary Emerging LGBTQ Voices nonfiction fellow and writer-in-residence in 2014 and 2017, respectively. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Entropy, Cosmonauts Avenue, Hobart, and FIVE:2:ONE, among others, and is collected at www.annettecovrigaru.com.

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