by Magdalena Styś

you dance like a flag in the harbor, graceless and mellow …

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ease is a foreign country where i was denied a visa. it’s one of those places you see on postcards – teal ocean, clear skies, tax fraud and local bones buried beneath the sand. the scent of saltwater so crisp you almost forget the cockroach you met in between the sheets last night. no dj’s or marching bands or juilliard grads, only soft jazz in a bar you can’t quite locate. you dance like a flag in the harbor, graceless and mellow, sand seeping into your skin. failure is the void between your ribs when the trumpeter takes a breath.

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© Magdalena Styś

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Magdalena Styś is a writer currently residing in Amsterdam. Find out more about them and their work at magdalenastys.com.

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