Queen of Swords
Adrianna Robertson

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6:04, I sit with this white bowl,
count the motion of my mouth.
Count the minutes.
This chandelier’s glass prisms
split me into parts.
It’s the same way
I serve myself to the world.

Say I am worthy—I am good.
Say I am pretty and smart.
Do you see me?

I am bold, fearful and dying.
Is this what flying home is like?