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Mitchell Solomon

Theseus as Frankenstein's Monster on Halloween


Just because we survived
doesn't mean we don’t hurt. 

Maybe we aren’t meant to be
whole. Maybe we lose pieces  

of ourselves, ears and arms 
and toes littering time’s road like breadcrumbs. 

Rushing to gather found appendages
to see if they fit. Hand holding hand, jamming  

a degloved humerus to scapula, draping foraged skin 
over exposed ribs, hoping for a matching shape. Cells mutated,


discarded, replaced each day, longing 
to belong. And for the first time  
​

in all the times we’ve connected,
perhaps we will heal, together.



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Mitchell Solomon is a Jewish writer with work appearing or forthcoming in The Healing Muse, The West Review, Analogies & Allegories, Near Window, Pages Penned in Pandemic, and GLITCHWORDS. He lives in San Francisco.
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