Amanda Silberling is an English student at the University of Pennsylvania. Her poems, essays, and reviews have appeared in Crab Orchard Review, The Rumpus, [PANK] blog, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, and SOFTBLOW. She is the Blog Editor at The Adroit Journal and regularly writes about music for Rock On Philly. Find her at amandasilberling.tumblr.com.
I’m best at believing the opposite
of truth. Let me show you: I was born
in a thunderstorm on a day
no one can remember. Too abstract
to document. Everything shook, a less natural
disaster. I built a home in the shadow of a body,
raised myself to learn why time never stops
moving so slowly. How only I can turn it
back. Waking up feels ten cents short.
I can slip down the drain like a fallen coin.
When I want to forget, I open other wounds
to heal my own. Not selfish, just unsewn.
Believe me. I need permission to touch
a nerve. Decide what has order, the morning
alarm or three meals a day. So many ways
to stay alive. Still calling home, a shadow,
another body hovering over me.