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New World

to exorcise

the white-hot

of “mercy” pleas caught in my throat

to cure the illness of you

in my stomach

behind my eyes

to bask

in warm patterns of sun

on new baby skin, soft, safe and neglected

to be baptized clean

by forgetting the serration

of you,

you, you,

you, (always, only you)…

while the past nineteen years surrender

down my legs with sage scented soap

my dad is dead now

and everything is the same

(but simpler.)

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Mira Jaeger is a freshman at Fashion Institute of Technology majoring in illustration. They enjoy literature, poetry, and screenwriting. Their poetry and visual art has been featured in Gandy Dancer and in Geneseo’s MiNT Magazine.

Hands

when i see yours,

i see flat callouses

across golden midwest

plains of palms.

i see you scratch

with your fountain pen

black ink between clammy

crevasses of your fingerprints.

i see bitten nails

painful, short

for climbing, and how

you neglected to touch

(or be touched, by me)

those hands were made

cold for a reason

are they warmer now?

i imagine, sadistically, that

they could be, that

my departure could complete you

in the same loving way it

halved me

do you know my

hands? did you learn me

like i learned you?

my hands were

weaker than yours,

do you only

remember your own?

you could have beat me senseless.

do you see the pencil

between fingers, long

spindly scratching at

your window. do they reach

for you, do you drink

from them. do you

see mine, me

i have to know

or can you only see them

around your neck?

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Mira Jaeger is a freshman at Fashion Institute of Technology majoring in illustration. They enjoy literature, poetry, and screenwriting. Their poetry and visual art has been featured in Gandy Dancer and in Geneseo’s MiNT Magazine.

Whimper

(this is the way the world ends.

this is the way the world ends.

this is the way the world ends.)

stiff. rigid, unyielding,

pen to paper,

like humid air

like legs tangling in a duvet

a yearning possesses me

smoke stretches through

a whimper, cracked from negligence

room’s corners grow smiles

for two weeks i yielded

showers,

cried tears of spring

sacrificial soils

reach for love i could never receive

tuning fork strikes A4

settled air sings

beams come in through open blinds,

this, is the way the world ends

 

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Mira Jaeger is a first-year student at SUNY Geneseo. They participate in creative writing, film, and visual art.