“your heart does three things:
it’s that shaky heart feeling
when something is being unasked, skated over
there’s the water and i haven’t put my toes in it
because because because then my toes will dive and there goes all will to stay afloat.
how soothing the water will feel
yet i anticipate the shattering cold.
you can only breathe so deep when your diaphragm is battling to hover.
i built myself a window screen the other day.
preparing for the mad heat,
i refuse to be eaten alive, not again.
measurements and hacksaws,
testing, cheating when my measurements are off
with just a little nubbin left over.
getting to know the wood.
pressing in the mesh.
“god, i am free at last.”
lay me down by that window
breathing in the fresh air
crossing a threshold
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By Sophia Treanor