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  • Writer's pictureEmily Corwin

Sydney McNeill

then i was not made to make life and the emergency room was humming

timesick with the lurches and pauses of existing,

there’s a bed and a gown and some sounds made of others in distress.

it’s a matter of exploding or collapsing in one oneself, so

i’m nodding and maybe smiling, but mostly dismantling the future.

there are soft spaces in hearts made of silence and better outcomes.

the garden would rather rot than grow,

but so would i.

time and a bottle and a hand holding a vice as a cure -

the lungs gasp, the body won’t thank you, but

morning will be there, no invitation needed.

sydney mcneill is a canadian poet who likes plants and bees a lot. send her your art at sea foam mag and keep up with her here.

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