The latest in a biweekly poetry series curated by Hanif Abdurraqib
Today I struggle to hold everything
I am not. The soft tide of
each breath, pushed
taut against new not-skin.
I cradle all the not-me of my body
closer. A reflection in elastic and cotton.
An unfamiliar honesty tight-lining my ribs.
An accurate body built of strangers'
eyes. I exist more
than I did yesterday.