A poem

Photo by Artem Maltsev on Unsplash

finger pads released the lymph
nodes, and I envisioned
my face separated —
floating above my face

as if I have been wearing
a mask — disguised as myself

a bruxist let go
(everything’s fine)
and the world’s axis
righted its wrongs

as if I have that much
control

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Samantha Lazar

Samantha Lazar

Poetry, fiction, and essays in celebration of being a Mom, Wife, Educator, Writer, & Lover of Life.