Margot Eastles

Body Nostalgic

From the Beginning I hung on your doorframelike a hinge,and wore the white dressbecause I thoughtyou would remembermy body without organs,haunting a frontal lobe.I must have lost my mind.Renegadebrains on leashesflying faster away,which must be whywe love abandoned,frantic things,and panic whena temporal node forgetsthe sensation ofof a beating, deserted coreor a door being closedbehind you.