[Jay G Ying]
did you know I left all my slippery wet miniatures on the washing machine lid those travel sized bottles like toy soldiers I will have to scoop up in the morning I clutched my dirty clothes to my chest like a bouquet of limbs in last night’s dream I was a child lost in that hallway again I was a newly sewn doll longing to be filled up with sand on a branch I saw three apples made of metal waiting to mutate. a bruise the size of an eye leading to rust the size of my country
Jay G Ying is a writer based in Edinburgh. His is the author of two pamphlets: Wedding Beasts (2019) and Katabasis (2020). He is a contributing editor at The White Review.
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