By Keira E McDonough

i stand here hollow in the ghost of myself Wishing that I was something more than A ribcage that protrudes when i stretch all i have been and all i could be Is nothing If i can’t see my collarbone If my friend doesn’t remark “wow your hips are so bony” If i can walk up the stairs If i can drive If i can perform Sing Dance Write It’s worth it It’s a sacrifice but It’s worth it I played my cards And i went all in.

Look where that got me.

A response to our National Poetry Month 2023 prompt

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