Healing a Decaying Body by Nazanin Soghrati
The year cancer floods my grandfather’s lungs I unspool myself on the dinner table and let my body decay in the open air I wring my hands in blood write his name glowing sangria on my skin take it all in, fist-first, fire-spitting-hair-flaming-first Sinew by sinew I watch myself rot and decompose into wooden earth […]
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