Static Veins
by Isabella Grabski


i. There is white static in my blood.
The doctors put on their gloves and
stripped me sterile, and after they slid
my veins back into their slots,
they pronounced me healthy.

ii. I can sit on the railroad tracks for hours,
my lungs choking on the metal fumes,
but the train never comes.

iii. It used to smell like peaches in the backyard,
sweet and nascent, until the gardeners came and
bleached it clean. The air is pure now, even when
I breathe rust into it.

iv. Some days I think they bled the soul
straight through my skull.
Others I don't think at all.






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