fresh flesh

i dance 

this body,

sip the dips of 

this body. love 

this body.

the new skin i

slipped into, a perfect

fit, too,

all i’ve dreamed to

become,

to blossom.

the happy is 

shedding, 

though,

joy in wonder

in the fit of a 

novel skin, slithers from

my forefingers and the

lingering print is 

unhappy.

in the pockets of the

imperfect fit, i 

grip the

craving to crawl

away.

instead, 

be empty.

re-love the 

empty he left 

me. being decorative 

company. a talking 

accessory. plucked 

fruit,

not quite 

ripe.

maybe,

when i sleep,

cast away in a 

pink sea of 

sheets, i will

relapse into

comfort in discard,

comfortable being disregarded.

maybe, 

next week, my knees 

won’t go weak at the

sight of an impossible 

face, no,

maybe, 

i will stand and 

take up 

space.

love is 

woven in the 

place we baked our 

universal sun, the 

one that rises on the

east

and we set across the 

Lawn, barefoot

i walk on and 

along to

my backyard.

 

i think,

i finally did run and

kept on running.

took my bike and 

kept on biking.

me, on a hike, and

kept on hiking. the 

good ending 

where i ran and 

ran away.

didn’t end

there, here is the 

afterlife, still living in 

familiar patterns. intertwined 

among the 

tides i am finding,

 

i am finding 

and that

constant is a 

constant thrill––please 

go,

leave,

don’t you stop 

me from

discovering 

what makes the

insides, soft and sweet. the 

running is 

freeing, and i free

myself from the

familiar,

familial––

his excessive,

peeled, 

shedded

skin. 

what he 

left behind, or

what i 

inherited?

crawling out his

hollow hide, my lungs 

were not born

for air so

fresh. 

my inhaler nestles 

against my chest,

brown chest,

beside my heart,

my treasure chest, 

i press my face, my 

hands smooth and 

blistered, the 

usual growing 

pains, and 

bring a finger to my 

lips for a 

taste––

it’s me.

Calista Nelson

Hey y’all! I’m Calista, a first year at UVA, aiming to major in Public Policy & Leadership first, and figure out the double later. I grew up in the Tidewater Region of VA, and spent some great years in my parents’ hometowns, Irvine, California and Jakarta, Indonesia, respectively. I love realizing the lyrics to a good song a couple years later and pretending that My Time is equivalent to universal time and space (a.k.a. “Shaleah, can I get an extension?”).

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