Dissection

Shawn Anto

 

cut open this flesh, you release
a haunting for weeks, a trauma so pure
there, memory goes, explosive
making a mess of me.

dilating eyes, spilling juices
of history all over white floors
and white spaces, what did eye
envision, but this slicing open
of thought upon thought of what
I really think of this journey.

America, land of the disrupted
my home smelling of coconut and fury
a flower to the God, I have trouble
forming a relationship with, if I could
remember what my ribs looked like
before I bled out with this laughter of
English-speaking people, calling me other
I swear I know the name for turtle now
I swear I can pray faster than it took
me to understand how I fit into this
space, filled with blank-white stares
cannot care for myself without
remembering how different I am
have become, will remain, in this
space, every space, cut me open
and reveal the shame of youth
before, and now, and now, and—

 

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Shawn

 

Shawn Anto is from Delano, California. He’s originally from Kerala, India. He received his B.A. in English & Theatre at CSU Bakersfield. He currently lives in Harlem pursuing his MFA in Creative Writing at Columbia University. His writing has been featured or is forthcoming in Reed Magazine, O:JA&L, Mojave Heart Review, and elsewhere.