Mosaic Winter 2015 | Page 12

Getting To Know My Body Jazzy DiMeglio Bewildered as you lift my dead-beat elbow to study the sears Underneath my arm and covering my swollen spine. Red with warmth, red in blisters. I am Naked before you and begging for more liquor Instead of the anti-septic you insist on smearing. Nothing compares to the soft sounds of your voice saying Let Go, as I grasp your wrists and warn you: my body is fragile. Breaking skin turns whimpers into curse words Like the palm of my hand turns ice cubes into puddles. My Oozing shoulders shudder while you wipe me down Until I look clean, until I’m able to count to ten again. Sarcasm seeps from my teeth though I believe in Every inch of my bare, boiled body. It is exquisite. 10 A Degree in Tequila and Doubt Casey McCullough I’m not a writer, I just drink a lot about it. -Dessa “Everyone and everything You meet will be a teacher” Raven barked at me While I followed her dog prints Through the falling snow Two years ago. And I feel like teachers prefer me When I’m wrapped in curiosity, Not toxicity that aches and Blazes to the bone. “Bodies” Eleanor Billington