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Apraxia by Nikita Parik

Art by Henri Matisse

This waiting is charred skin, its scar,

a permanence in epidermal memory.

This waiting is the echo of silent, hot

venom in neuron synapses, it seethes

and stings unreliably. This waiting is

a thought-alligator that bites off my

tongue and feeds on my language in

loud chomps. This waiting erupts

as seismic tsunami waves in my

numberless nerves, demolishing

some quiddities. This waiting is

the disease and the diseased. This

waiting is the cage and the caged,

and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

First published in the book Diacritics of Desire. Follow Nikita's writing on Twitter.


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