by: Grace Guibert
i grind my teeth of you.
like a book, i am in and
out of you. goosebumps at the
nighttime holler. why
am i crying?
like a book, i am sitting
self-consciously. i am in and
out of remembering. arranged
to convey and also at the same time knowing
your arrangement.
i grind my teeth of
you and i have a headache.
like a book, my spine is cracking and
also unlike a book my jaw
is clenched.
i am so mad from
my corner shelf (like
a book, i am propped) up and out
of you. haha remember dancing?
angled toward production but
not the fun kind.
i slant my neck of you.
like a book, i am wide open and also literally screaming all the time
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Grace is a full-time narrative designer and spare-time sometimes poem writer in Seattle, Washington. This is Grace’s first contribution to Our Blog but we hope she comes back again soon! Until then, you can hear more from her on Twitter at @yo_guibert and see more from her on Instagram at @yo_guibert