The Hanging Leg of a Person Stretched Too Far
by Zosia Mosur
Zosia Mosur has lived in San Francisco all 14 years of her life. She is a music loving writer and a cat lady. She possibly, no, most definitely, has an unhealthy obsession with Taylor Swift. She is set to attend Ruth Asawa School of the Arts in the fall where she will be studying creative writing.
Saw a cleaned out heart it was
Porcelain.
And maybe my heart's heavy
but, god imagine that!
Could say my breathing is rough,
But my eyes are too red
Too veiny, To be
That sweet glossy glass.
What if I had clear skin
And my insides
Were
Pristine?
Not today they aren't!
This air is far too
Foggy
To leave my soft lungs clean
If I fell I would
Shatter
How convenient!
Throw away the shards
Suppose I’d
Have my mom do it.
Scoop her baby up
Into that dollar-store dustpan.
Dump what's left in
The big bin.
‘Cause my stretched out legs are
Boneless
And they’d hang from the garbage
Like the rope that
Claimed it could carry
A climber
And I fell.