Defense Mechanism

When the day comes and I sever
the hands before they slip,

                                    before I blade you out clean
                                    and bathe away the cut,

allow me one thing: let me
keep this image of you,

                                    back hinged, ribboning
                                    smoke out my window.

Let me mourn the way
you let the light flood in

                                    and how, by habit, I shut
                                    my eyes when darkness split.

Krysta Lee Frost is a mixed race Filipino American poet who halves her life between the Philippines and the United States. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Margins, Entropy, Berkeley Poetry Review, wildness, and elsewhere. She is currently pursuing an MA in Creative Writing at the University of the Philippines Diliman.

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