HANDLE WITH CARE
by Mehnaz Sahibzada
My porcelain
mouth breathes
porcelain thoughts--
delicate as moon songs,
red as strange loves.
I drift through this
supermarket of strangers.
this wretched beast
inside of me whispering
through my arteries.
My porcelain heart
moves up and down
the staircase of my spine.
Sometimes its beats
take me down porcelain
streets, where it seems
my whole life
might break apart.
Just a slight smile
could shatter
my porcelain teeth
when the sky turns gray.
When clouds gather
in the aisle of my mind,
eyebrows withering into space,
just a blink could burst
my porcelain eyes--
just a shiver might shatter
my porcelain face.
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