by Makenzie Beckstead
this morning. i forgot to take
my medication, and so i condemned myself
to a mountain of dirty clothes.
my fiancée opened the laundry room door
— wearing a white button-up shirt,
looking like my own, personal psych ward
orderly, or a scientist of anthropoid germs
— and held her hand out to me, calm,
despite the fact that i was becoming one
with the hampers.
you / don’t / understand
i’m / unclean
and / i / belong / with / other
unclean / things
where did i disappear
to? one second i was human,
and then i was the agar plate in a petri dish,
exponentiating away from logic. bacteria
causing existential panic.
is it time to up my dose?
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Makenzie Beckstead is a Utah-based author with a B.A. degree in English, Creative Writing emphasis, from Utah Valley University. She strives to write as many queer books as possible, her first being the poetry chapbook Religious Trauma in the Key of Poetry from Bottlecap Press. She enjoys discussing literature and what to eat for dinner with her partner, Paige. Makenzie can be found on Instagram: @kenz_beckstead.
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