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.