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The Museum of Vestigial Desire

The Surface. Again.

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By Satya Gummuluri

i am a shred.
mosaic, shard porcupine.

my words are chipped
desultory whines
start again.

i am an old woman now
practitioner of knotted chords,
shedding hair, blowing wisps,
wishing they snare, on my quills
that will sentence them
to magic carpets.


i double up on myself to shield against
the cottonball rain pelting my skin.
i tie myself into knots curl up swallow tail
wringing my insides out; primordial viscosity.
i turn sides to distribute discomfort
chafing bed sores
i expose new skin.

my shell is scratched.
i must resurface.

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