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  • Natanin Rachapradit


Today i am a fragile thing

A wish

Soft body curled around white belly

This curve of my vertebrae

What else is it but eggshell stacked against the wind

Something about this is precious

A spiderweb waving in the shadows of someone's home

A miracle then a nuisance

You see, I am sinking

In that quiet way rain patter into the ocean

Like coming back home or dying

Because what else am I, if not

This soft body - its stack of eggshells

Its wish and dust and wholeness

Floating upwards

Like coming back home or dying

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