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i shut my thumb between the sash & sill of a window
I have a bandaged thumb
and not much to say
save that I am saving
bluer bones from no-
ise which means I
can’t write nor in-
vent any synonym
of/for pain which me-
ans all I can hold taunts
my letting go/grasping o-
pen the indecipherable.
Then Sophia kissed me
better but I don’t get bet-
ter my thumb tars
brown with too much
home concentrated
pulse and no ears.
I need an-other
word for need and two
others for body. I need
my thumb taught: it is
me. It bodies. Now hurt.
About the Author: T.R. San is a Best of the Net-nominated poet based in Yangon who writes horror without meaning to. Their work has been published in Corporeal Magazine, New Note Poetry, VIBE, and others.
