FOR THE CHILD: LESSONS ON HUNGER, Olivia Hu

For the Child: Lessons on Hunger
by Olivia Hu

If scraped at the knee: do not flinch, for the body will 
open once more. Sinew chisels itself in preparation for

graphless seasons of ache. Child, do not lift the mallet to
drumskin, for the body desires touch & the first step is

contact. These collisions are narcotic & will swallow you
sleepless. Child, of course your palms were made palpable.

Just remember to never mistake those fingers for teeth & that
your body is only a facade, because half of the world is parched in

allegory. Of course, you will misplace your body: hide & seek,
you both the hider & the seeker. You looking & spooning for

the throat, which brims with phlegm & tasteless birds. I told you 
child, I warned you. Once you find skin, something will spill.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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