to be fulfilled within 30 days
i pinch pennies
my mother pinches my waist
you’ll never find a husband if you look like a slob
i answer a call-out for queer writers
my email signature mutates with every new venture
every slash fragments me further
lose parts of myself
unearth others
maybe identity exists in the in-between
what a waste
perhaps i have always liked wasting my time on:
1. white men
2. white academia
3. white pages
hold my pen against the page until ink bleeds through
hands press against the sheets
line upon line of void expectation
there are no metaphors here
just stains
i use invisible ink for stories i learnt never to say aloud
in a language that has never been mine
perhaps illiterate is another word for silenced
perhaps poet is another word for immigrant
perhaps fulfilment is another 30 days away
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love you all x
soph
