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Nicole Oquendo
 
 A BUILD
 
 our bed
      
all that's left under the rubble—scrap metal frayed wires old pipes
 melted locks        concrete dust
 
 sheets same color and what of the pillows
 where is the one with the imprint of your face
 but lumped under a chunk of brick
 
 spittle from my screaming mixes with the ash
 a paste around my lips my cheeks my hands
 they move now on the brick to feel the coarse
 
 texture of the last no   a brick
 in my two hands grainy and dense the impact—
 more crumbling        brick is no more wall is no more
 
 drawers empty the cabinets scoured
 not a single shirt with the mark of your scent
 before the burning took you
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Nicole Oquendo is a nonbinary, latinx writer from Orlando. Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals, as well as the chapbooks some prophets, self is wolf, and wringing gendered we, and the hybrid memoir Telomeres. She is currently serving as an Assistant Editor for Sundress Publications, and as the Nonfiction Editor of The Florida Review and the Best of the Net anthology.
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