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How do I write with these frantic fingers
Left index plugs tearing right aorta
Right hand holds closed ripping left ventricle
I am hopelessly, entirely bursting at the seams.
How do I write with these full hands
Clasped to caresses, tangled in touches,
Hands feeling my hopeless preoccupation.
These full, useless hands continue to type nothing.
How do I write with this soft mind,
this bubble-lettered, arrow-through-heart, notebook doodle replacement.
Hopelessly, entirely, embarrassingly infatuated.
And how would I ever stop writing about yo


The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Uninspired’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo.

Rachel Salisbury

Rachel Salisbury is trying her hand at fiction after a few years experience with journalistic writing. She is a freshman at New York University's College of Arts and Sciences and has been previously published in Canvas Literary Magazine.

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