days of the nearly dead

Those of us who live

without water

without air

who drink in dead memories

and feel the iron lung shift

what’s left in and out and in—

We are not easily startled

we are not used to

the red lights of single rooms

the bachelor sinks

the faint whisper of here

this is what it feels like to

have blood flow through you

 

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About margaretelysiagarcia

Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book about body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
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