"What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want."

-Jazz, Toni Morrison


Sick

i hung off edges and winked at knives
served myself up with serrated slices
dug myself into pits and stared at the sky
surrounded by fibrous flesh of the earth
and crisp fresh tarmac
stuck out my tongue and tasted nuclear ash
i thought americans fixed chernobyl hearts

but

i

bought a broken house
kissed my ghost goodbye 
taught myself to be a mixed bag
learnt to like liquorice
prescribed myself a new testament
gave myself the world and
everything in it
whispered sweet nothings to my new sunsets

can’t have been weightless -  felt it when they left me

yes
i’m sorry
thank you
i know
i do.


Silva Kuusniemi has been in turns an illustrator, video game designer, and filmmaker. She is based in Stockholm and Helsinki and working on her second short film and first novel. Her prose is forthcoming in the Washington Square Review. Instagram: @silvakuu

Cover photo Anna Sastre

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