An alternative bio

by Jasmina Al-Qaisi

 

I moved my mirror

Is part of a reform

Of someone used to abandonment

Who can only feel energised

By displacing objects

Hiding things

Throwing stuff away

In a continuous tournament

Of self harm

Just to feel

Appropriately close

With oneself

Until the next urge

An imaginary bus stop

Predicament, connection with Habit

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