Verónica Peña
Stony Brook University, Art
He comes to visit me when I cannot see him.
I saw a table in a store that reminded me of the table that he and I had at home. I began crying while looking at it. Like the table at home, the one in the store had two drawers. I could not remember which of the drawers was his, the one on the left or the one on the right. I felt very sad, because I realized how long I had lived without him. I was looking at the table, when I envisioned hard black protuberances emanating from it and criss-crossing my body. I imagined the protuberances blending with my body, and my body turning into the material until the table and I were both unrecognizable.
Since this has happened, I can feel that he visits me when I cannot see him. These protuberances emanating from my body now hurt the one who is meant to sleep by my side.
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