Have you scratched yourself on purpose?
My love hungry as an ocean as an ache as a hook
I dug out of my face rusted out of my restlessness
ran back to the source I opened its tap positioned my mouth
and drank and drank and drank
Prevented a wound from healing?
If so then I bit off the stem diffused the situation cut the thread concealed
the wound I made I was there at the scene I was the soft stinging memory of
salt I made myself taste the inflections of self-
perception took my hands to my face and pressed down on my reflection
Self-Assessment
Krysta Lee Frost is a mixed race Filipino American poet who halves her life between the Philippines and the United States. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Likhaan: The Journal of Contemporary Philippine Literature, The Margins, Berkeley Poetry Review, Hobart, Nashville Review, and elsewhere.