There are so many pepper beads on your plate too much for that little tiny body to take feel constant ticking inside your mouth from the tip of tongue to the damp hole of throat constant constant unlike worm–eaten ground broken, graded we walk overcrowded it leaves me floating flabbergasted hooking my claws on double b so that I might forget fear of loud voices in strange places gaping like wounds impersonal shudder street crossings remind me of mammoth tusks I am on one side they on the other when we meet in the middle glances will noise spiral growing up to the stars embracing light and dust for us to remain ourselves
Julija Kaselj (she/her) is a poet, essayist and playwright from Croatia. She’s currently studying Art History and Latin at the University of Zagreb and is especially interested in observation, introspection, philosophy, aesthetics, psychology, music and theatre. Poetry has been her primary media for some years now, and one in which she wishes to work most. She uses it to explore topics of visual thought and its reflection in pursuit of understanding.
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