A thin line

“…how to look// into the abyss without leaning forward?”
~ Tarfia Faizullah

In these tellings, use
of third person omniscient

makes it seem that the narrating
eye has seen beyond the dented

surface of our lives, privy
to thought before the thought

is even formed— But how
could it know the smell

of the flower that bloomed
in the center of my chest

then wilted like the swift
infliction of bayonet wounds?

And that moment when I
choked on air and believed

I was dying? You took me
in your arms without knowing;

but how could you? The noises
made in the throat sound

almost the same in panic,
as in the panic of pleasure.

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