not a swoosh or a slide or an oh dear
more like a j-j-j-j kind of anti-fluidity
pliant like butter in your microwave, and i know who did it
pulling at my cuticles earthquaking
friction between my little digits must be hothothot, OH!
i’ll tell you what my cousin-in-law said
at dinner
he says “your hands are… nimble!”
corbin they are seized by a fucking god now
my body is weathering these hands are eroding
but the crackling feels sooo good needles to the wind
forgive me girlies my fingers hath sinned
don’t lose your head it’ll go left and right and around
and that’s why it’s called tic[k]s
no body wants you, yet thou central target is epidermis, bone
you wanna see the twins in tandem…? [ this is a command. ]
…
whishwhishwhishwhish ggggguhguh CRACK crck
This has been funded in part by girls at my first college.
As theirs were funded by girls in high school.
[and girls in middle school and elementary school and]
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Valerie Drew (she/they) is a queer, autistic creative. She plans to begin her Creative Writing BA in the fall. They have pieces in or forthcoming in Hot Pot, Delicate Friend, and dadakuku. Other than writing, she loves animation, film, and Helga Pataki. Find out more on hter blog: helgaki.crd.co.