By Sarah O’Connor

what does
this body want?
this more-than-machine of
earth and electricity
I have known
my whole life?
looking down at her
now, I feel
we are long-lost relatives
wary of each other
neither the way the
other remembers.
what does she want?
I have no earthly idea
but I am asking her to
teach me.

Sarah O’Connor is a writer moonlighting as an executive assistant in Raleigh, NC. She can usually be found journaling while petting her two cats, going for long walks, or browsing one of the Triangle’s many independent bookstores.

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