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Writer's pictureTomás Tedesco

White Flesh

When I think of you

my heart beats faster

but I sense no pulse

on my pale wrist.


I feel cold

naked feet

underneath

my plastic bedding.


We are on a rainy day,

blinded by fluorescent light.

The ambulance’s sirens

keep getting closer.


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