An Acquired Taste

By Filzah Yahaya

I like to be invisible;
receding into walls
dissolving in water

unfolding
only to live hearts

I am not yet dead;
I weave patterns onto walls
and lay flowers on my bed

light the candle in my lamp —

live hearts will find me
in the kitchen,
smiling.

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