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convocation

if she ever saw the new york city skyline, it would look like a similarly dotted sister, with splotches of darkness among the glamor.



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i left a light on in my room for her

as though she could spot it when the horizon was just

brightening the candles that burnt out sporadically —

dying fireflies who shone for too long.

if she ever saw the new york city skyline,

it would look like a similarly dotted sister

with splotches of darkness among the glamor.


🌙


in the chapel, i sit across from him. the table forces

a stinging distance between us. “will

it always be like this?”

he says: “if i can raise all ten

of my children and only lose love from one,

how come you can’t even make your only two

daughters love you?” i fall

silent, hands splayed towards the sky.

i wish to say: “i have sacrificed

my body, precious health from them;

while they do not understand

my struggle, they see my exhaustion

and never wonder why i have given

it all out of an obligation to a higher

power.”

instead, i hold my silence

and imagine what those wafers tasted like, wonder

maybe if i hadn’t stopped believing, my children

would have faith in me.



 

Sam H. is a college student planning to study psychology. They're an avid fan of niche TV shows and often enjoy reading comics in their spare time.




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