Christina is an international studies major and economics minor, as well as the Poetry Editor for in medias res. This particular piece is about an afterimage, seeing and being seen, and it leaving a bad taste in the mouth. However, she hopes this serves as a soft reminder (to you and herself) that over-intellectualizing and renaissance are not the remedies you think they are.
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It eats at me like sun bleaching bone
My ragged heart and crooked spine
tired of being macerated by love.
A carnal recognition, verisimilitude, vision
of my own, of self —
Aversion spreading within and without
My love was.
I am fresh and blood, incognizable, incorrigible.
Retaining in my retinas
the sun
the imprint of something once bold.
This piece is part of the in medias res March 2021 “Love” Issue. You can read the full issue under the tag “March 2021.”