Stand

 

The first thing they teach is how to cut yourself into

How you can lose a limb

trade an organ

have your own blood siphoned

like gas from a car

because you are expendable

replaceable

a  mere mortal

who must beg

 

But I unlearned it all

when I stopped to collect seashells

I think I picked up all my parts

and dismantled

the many demons

who would take my soul

cause they never had their own

they knew I would live long

they knew I could stand

through endless waves.

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Tricia Sankey

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