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Poetry Summer 2020

humor turned inside-out

by Helena Silva-Nichols

last night i dreamt my sisters body had a gash the size of four fists

within, just behind purple ribs and across from her wild heart
an implanted monitor sat beeping like cracked knuckles
flashing read-outs in jeringonza i hadn’t bothered to learn

so i added to the list of secrets we keep on blood-thinners and 
woke up to find mourning precluded, cauterized mid-vivisection

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