rediscovery

Jasmine Kapadia

lately when i see myself in the mirror i think i can visualize the ghosts of my hip bones jutting out of my skin. or maybe the shadows of my ribcage, dusted with sand. i study the tips of my fingers and imagine biting them off. i want somebody to sketch me, to study the wrinkles that form when i bend my wrist. i want them to draw hundreds of hand studies, all untitled. if they displayed them, would my family recognize me? would my friends? would i? sometimes i pull the bedsheets against my bare back just to feel something so flush against my body, myself within myself within myself all cocooned in white cotton. i swallow to taste the inside of my throat. it is okay to be greedy.

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Jasmine Kapadia has work featured or forthcoming in Same Faces, Malala Fund’s Assembly, and Cathartic Youth Lit, among others. When not writing, she can be found blasting Beyoncé or watching RuPaul’s Drag Race. Find her on Instagram: @jazzymoons

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