Fifth Arm
Written By Cameron Zhang
Fifth Arm
I think depression’s more of a limb than a disease sometimes
Nuturued under my own wing
And
Goodness has taken flight already
Leaving behind a shell
Like the bitter aftertaste of grapefruit,
Peels and scraps in the gutter
Or perhaps goodness was plucked away at birth
With surgical tongues
Precise blue gloves dissecting and
Reforming, frantically whispering as they
Unearth and bury
Gravedigger and corpse
Maybe goodness skipped a few generations
Or
My birth or
A whole family
Without another glance and I was only a frame
For
Otherness
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