Issue 1: Voice

Page 31

By Jenny Ravikumar

My right arm slowly goes numb Night After Night After Night Sleeping with a tiny drunken octopus who I love so deeply, I fear it may kill me watching his precious face as he falls into me

Empty Heart Broken vows Broken heart Broken promises Yet also broken eggshells I no longer need to walk on

Starting alone Both of us knowing he’ll tuck into my right arm before sunrise Hand on my heart

Deep breaths Strength Yoga Overcoming the addiction of codependency

Right Over My Heart

My right hip holds my toddler perfectly as we balance life and groceries on the way from the car My right arm holds him at night I am stronger now

Digging his tiny fingernails into my flesh, both of us begging for sleep

My heart beats every day for the right side of my arm For his heart and our new life as we explore this world together

Day one: His tiny body reached for mine He slid out and up to my heart, knowing I would be his only protector We’ve been on this journey together ever since

Yet there is a hole in the left side of my heart It heals It heals It heals In time

My left arm is bare My ring finger has not even a trace of suntan where the promise once stood A tinge of mixed energy and emotions So much love and promise 28


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