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49 Days
Lydia Wei
my limbs fall asleep on
ratty couches & other
ratty couches
your face freezes in
zoom & we watch
the words sleep-walk
from your mouth
i wake up gelatinous in
the middle of the day
unpeel the minutes
swathing my skin like
clingfilm
loop myself as a
stitched thread into
my homemade
facemask
& nestle amongst
the fabric wonder if
tomorrow i’ll move