Disassociated – Ceresa Morsaint
It is a city of night
and blurry, orange lights.
A city of bridges
harboring secrets under the water.
I am here in flesh only.
A body on warm leather, cold windows.
and split from this-
I am floating.
In the constellation raindrops
on the glass of my window,
I connect dots,
to music
and the peaceful sounds of summer wind
Ceresa Morsaint is a writer based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She studies American Sign Language and writes for a small newspaper, The Siren. Her work has been praised by American poet, Yona Harvey, and CNF writer, Lee Gutkind. In her spare time, she enjoys baking and reading Frank McCourt novels with her cat, Burt.