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Poetry

Nicole Higgins

By July 5th, 2021 No Comments

Fortune for the Tasteless Year

Where the numbness.

Means to dissipate.

Consolation pudding.

Would-lap tongue.

Lack.

You’re about to take an important journey.

But all I can think.

What punishment.

Which sin?

Rehearse hopefulness.

Around the corner from.

Clean slate a doctor.

Who will not see me.

Without an urgent voice.

I sound okay.

So naturally.

The body’s gift of empty.

Remains my own.

Extended holiday version.

No ribs for you!

 

 

 

 

Nicole Higgins is a PhD candidate in English at Duke University. She has received fellowships from Callaloo and Cave Canem. Her work has appeared in Pleiades, Storyscape, Bear Review, Sink Review, and elsewhere.