My mind mends itself sometimes with kisses and honey to soften the pain, but other times with staple
guns and defeated limbs, saying I’m so tired this is bullshit when can I be whole again. I take out the
staples gently and pat dry the new wounds, saying, I think time is the best healer. I know it’s maddening
but I swear, I swear, we’re nearly there. We glance around us at this once-gloomy place, now spilling
over with light, the scars not yet gone but closed, healing, barely visible.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Wanda Deglane is a psychology/family & human development student at Arizona State University. Her poetry has been published or forthcoming on Dodging the Rain, Rust + Moth, Anti-Heroin Chic, and elsewhere. She writes to survive. Wanda is the daughter of Peruvian immigrants, and lives with her giant family and beloved dog, Princess Leia, in Glendale, Arizona.