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Problem Solving | Hannah Page

As a shell-shocked shell-shaped whorl

of a girl, I rock forward into your arms

like falling off something, a logor a jigger filled with everything but stardust.

I perch on the rim too afraid to deserve you,

counting the grains of sugar meant

to kiss the lip of the glass

which is so clean I cannot believe my thumb

from the other side is not actually my thumb;

which sings only under your fingers

and when I try produces a sigh that sounds

disappointingly human and I wonder

if I have let out my air again, deflating

like a grape—just as green but not as lovely.


Hannah Page earned her MFA from Columbia University School of the Arts in 2022 and has been published or has work upcoming in Tupelo Quarterly, Another Chicago Magazine, and Eunoia Review.


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