Artwork by Catherine Cha.

The mark of vulnerability is a sneer. Her upturned

                nose. A pointed chin.


A hand slammed hard, against a desk. Or the throb

                of a forehead vein, clear in a crowded



The mark of vulnerability is a scathing taunt, the

                imperceptible flex of an arm.

                Narrowed eyes. A very quiet exhale.


The quizzical tilt of a head so easy. Almost



The older I get, the more I look

                when the days slip by like rain on the outside of a

                glass window.


that the white grip of knuckles on a suitcase handle


or the fixed gaze in a subway car, angry like a glare.


are just more and more instances of deer trapped in



Trying not to blink.