THIS.

poems by Sophia Terazawa for THIS.

An operating room
set aside for jokes

an array of clamps,
bulbs, mirrors

and how many food stamps
does it take to get a contraction?

An old white man laughs—haw
haw haw—

and my mother taps
at the piss yellow tie

⎯doctor?


thethismagazine.com/issue-vii/terazawa-poems