[cold feet]

By Catherine Zhang

I am so far removed
from the ground I stand upon.

untranslatable.

sometimes I am dizzy.
my skin holds
no emotion,

yet
a body perfected
speaks for itself,
independent,
cunning as
a towering ruin—

the night’s hunger
deepens,
watchful,
pressing.
I am filtered
as if through a sieve.

the girl dissolves—
what new monster will be born?

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Catherine writes, she says, “because if someone asks her how she’s feeling, it’s easier to point to a poem than to name an emotion.”

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