Mania Drops Me Off In Chinatown by Aleph Altman-Mills


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Mania Drops Me Off In Chinatown

My hands weave the fountain
into a music box. Try to wring out
the static.The static a woodpecker
making it’s nest in my stomach.
I am in a place I don’t recognize.
The maps, webs of streets
stretched tight across my brain.
I am in a place I don’t want to recognize.
My body, a fishing net,
ghosts of sharks. My body,
a lung, trying to exhale.
The jewelry box of this city.
Everything a metaphor
for mania: Yapping dog.
Chainlink fence. Dirty apple
by the side of the road.
I am standing on the edge of the fountain,
trying to spit myself out.



Aleph Altman-Mills

Aleph Altman-Mills is an autistic writer who loves rocks and skirts. She has been published in Nailed, Mirror Dance, and Mobius, among others. She blogs and posts poetry snippets at really-fucking-confused.tumblr.com.