1 poem

by Swah rosier


Dents or boils

I have a headache, but
I can’t tell whether when I touch my head I’ll feel dents or boils.
Because I don’t know if my headache has been brought about by
something exterior pushing constantly deeper into my skull,
or if there’s an egg on the interior that has finally hatched
revealing a creature bent on breaking free, of my head.
And as I land my palms on the top of my head
and press and rub them around, I feel both.
Up and down, up and down.
My head is rippled.
With dents and boils, my head undulates.


swah rosier

Swahdreeznya is a 17-year-old Chicago native. She is a big reader, some of her favorites are “The End of Mr. Y” by Scarlett Thomas and “The Summer That Melted Everything” by Tiffany McDaniel. She also watches a lot of Youtube, primarily commentary and educational Youtubers.