Where it Hurts

Thrift Shop by Danielle Deculus for Where it Hurts by Dalia Levanon

Tell me where it hurts
and I’ll fix it
let me catch the rose petals
before they fall to the floor

I’ll bring the gauze
you the fresh wound
let me hold your arm still
as the bleeding slows.

Tell me where to stand
and I’ll go there
I’ll make my skin wallpaper
and my heart another light fixture

My lungs can heat the room
like a furnace
and my legs will hold the scaffolding
in place.

Tell me what to wear
and I’ll drive to the mall
let my collarbone become your clothing rack
and my eyes your mirror

I’ll see you until you’re content with the image
colors softened in my lenses
lines blurred until you let me
turn away.

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Dalia Levanon is a member of the class of 2024 at Stuyvesant High School in New York City. When she's not writing, Dalia can be found editing for her school newspaper, reading, or spending time with her sisters and dog. Dalis is also passionate about animal welfare and psychology.
Accompanying photo: “Thrift Shop” by Danielle Deculus