Her apartment was in bad shape because it was made in the 80’s No, this isn't her fault.

Besides, she’s got hardwood floors

 

A clawfoot tub

 

And a ringing metal furnace

 

What do you do?

 

Me? Well, I do nothing. I wrote poetry once but not anymore You should write again

But I don’t have any words in my head

 

No bloody knife –

 

Antiseptic, maybe,

 

And a bit of gauze.

 

Would you bandage me up if I let you?

 

Would you make me better if I asked?

 

Do you lick me like your cats for this very reason?

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Cori Diaz is a poet, playwright, and comedian at NYU Tisch School of the Arts.

IG – @corigrams

Twitter – @bowenyang