Poet's Corner: 'On Binding'

Sydney Lee
Sydney Lee

Today I struggle to hold everything

I am not. The soft tide of

each breath, pushed

taut against new not-skin.

I cradle all the not-me of my body

closer. A reflection in elastic and cotton.

An unfamiliar honesty tight-lining my ribs.

An accurate body built of strangers'

eyes. I exist more

than I did yesterday.