Visit
It was a Monday morning, the first real day of fall. I was on the 11th floor and the air outside was cool and the sun was shining through the dirty window. The doctor’s hair was thinning, he wore brown tortoise glasses. I let him touch the lump on my torso and I was glad; I wanted him to get everything he wanted because I felt like he deserved it.
Nights
I grab your seat from under you and you tumble backward onto the floor. What the fuck?? I want to get dust on your pants. Do you to understand that I do nothing by accident? My actions are remarkable. I cherish you, and so you should feel cherished.
Sophie Ruth is a writer and psychotherapist based in New York. She has a chapbook titled Find Peace Either Way”published by Blush Lit and a book of poems Hot Young Stars with House of Vlad Press. Sophie’s poetry has been featured in Hobart, NY Tyrant, Columbia Journal and more.
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