Natalie Podaima | FURNITURE

three hours of tremble
on a thin blue mat i trace
escape routes on google maps
fantasize quiet in my palms
i am fevered and adept i bode
vibration bid low on eBay
pitch myself at the wall pick
scab think about my mom
think about whether she is
thinking about me rachel
calls it a feeling memory tells
me that my terror is not nominal
tosses in a few letters heavy
like furniture and i can’t help
but leave list every bruise
i’ve ever got nothing is sharp
enough to hurt this big at least
i do not recall

Natalie Podaima is a writer and poet based in Montreal. Her work has appeared in places like PRISM international, The Capilano Review, and Contemporary Verse 2.