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  • Writer's pictureJessica Lee McMillan

Jessica Lee McMillan

The pavement was dry, February grey

—enough traction for the drunk

to correct his advance left

In physio, I took care of the whiplash

but my left side twisted hot

when the baby missed their turn

After they were cut away

along with the faulty route,

it felt part of the same bruise;

three weeks of black and blue,

building of scar tissue

Staring at the mirrored closet,

from the bed in keloid March,

my eyes emptied in the glaze

and glare of granular ceiling

Imagining curves and limbs

on lunar terrain,I remodelled

from whiplash and birthed

new silver lanes


Published in Rat's Ass Review, Winter 2021/22


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