Blue currents ripple through my ribs but pass straight through.
My body rejects
prosthetics,
a jay with one wing
is soil already
and so I will be.
What can a jay know
if deaf to its own song?
Alone I can understand
why leaves quiver in the wind.
– Claire Beeli
ClaireBeeli is an emerging writer from Long Beach, California. Her work is published or is forthcoming in Block Party Lit, Polyphony Lit, and The Apprentice Writer, among others. She is her city’s 2023-2024 Youth Poet Laureate. Her writing has been recognized by the Scholastic Foundation, Columbia College Chicago, Sister Cities International, and others.