“Feather Cut” – Karen Almendra Byk

  taking teeth out is far worse than crying, and he is a feather that’s cutting me because it’s far away. my job consists of opening cardboard boxes and every time I get hurt my fingers bleed for days, it’s the spill of the accident following me even when I’m away. from today on I’m going to make efforts for things: that’s how it started, the e-mail I was about to send him