by Cassund Olivier
That I am inside my body is the revelation of the day
In the morning, I have it all under control
By noon, it needs more from me than I can offer
The line between trapped and omnipotent is thin in here
And I wonder what it must be like to pray to die
What it must be like to receive it, and send the albatross
When it arrives, she finds a porcelain woman
Hands tied behind her back and submerged in water
With breasts unsupported and burdensome
The bird sings the prayer and answers another
For one day at a time is still too many
A million in one becomes the golden ratio
That I am inside my body is the revelation of the day
In the evening, it finds some place warm
By tomorrow, the albatross wakes perched on the chest
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[Cassund Olivier is a visual artist, writer and freelance editor from Brockton, MA. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing at NYU. Her work has appeared in Tethered Literary Journal, Foothill Poetry Journal, Volume Poetry and Obindo Magazine. Represented by Angeline Rodriguez (WME), she is working on her debut novel.]
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