[Redacted](for your sake)
"confessional free verse poem; teenage angst"
January 19, 2022
bite marks where I’d used my right hand
in substitute of a cloth
or my tongue
or restraint
proven futile
as the syllables of a name
persisted in an ugly way
like noxious creatures blistering my throat and crawling out of the cracks between my teeth
it echoed.
catching a number produced three times on a clock – I heard your name
on the drive back home – I heard your name
against a coarse carpet, feeling heavy enough to fall through the floor and miles past it – your name in a hundred thousand refrains
sometimes even in my own voice, puttered sweetly some days ago –
lips meeting and puckering
then front teeth grazing
then cheeks tugging
a phonetic ritual of mine
meant to honor you
but then that grisly detonation in my larynx like sacrilege
attested that I’d forgotten how to say it
Isabel Scarpino (She/Her)
I’m a silly kid that writes silly little poems and that’s all there is to it. All of my best secrets are revealed in verse.