to my [ ] anxiety my natural state 

to my loving feelings lay your red 

hand on me as i go you scorch  

my tongue on the way back  

down my throat. my burning feelings 

you leave  

you leave 

an aftertaste like salt after sweat. i wince  

at the affection i crave. i hold the [ ] feelings  

for you in. 

  does a gorge 

echo if the [ ]  

leave an echo if the empty 

leave an echo if the empty  

leave an echo if the soft part of a rock 

is the only place  

that feels its ? i don’t know how to tell love 

from [ ] after the first night you fall  

asleep holding me i don’t fall asleep 

  i don’t fall [ ] 

i lay my hand on yours you twitch 

my fingertips burn in the morning we are the same but 

i feel [ ] different  

to my wanting feelings if i press my palm 

on this hollowed 

feeling , on your hand, can it fill me 

will these [ ] feelings learn to feed me enough? even if i don’t

know how to open up for love can i find [ ] 

  can i find 

a way to receive it just enough a way in  

in case of emergency  

do not break glass shell that holds me in 

to my empty [ ]  

to my empty feelings if i swallow a marble  

will the glass make a sound against  

the gorge of my gut

gorge [ ] my gut 

will i burn 

if i fill my mouth with memories 

with [ ] 

will i lay into love later will i learn to love you out loud eventually  

do i have [ ] 

 do i have to melt 

my shell to let these burning feelings in 

  to let 

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​Emma Sheinbaum is an essayist, poet, and editor based in Brooklyn, New York. She is a co-founding editor of A Velvet Giant, a genreless literary journal. Find her publications, full bio, writing recognition, and contact form here.