displaced.

it lives in my marrow

nestled inside brittle bones.

 

i still feel it writhing

 

deep, where i cannot reach

but

i

still

try

 

first, with one finger

then, two

three

 

first, “only after grandma makes my favorite dish”

(oh my, has it been 10 years?)

then, every time my teeth sink into anything

life-giving — it

hates

volume.

 

 

About the artist: Celia Fung read Sparknotes for In nite Jest by David Foster Wallace once. MS2. URSMD.