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Empathy (or Lack Thereof)
by Veronica Habashy
It’s raining and we’re
outside. You tug
at the hem of your
sweater (we forgot an
umbrella) and water rolls off your
nose
sticks to your
eyelashes
drenches your
hair. You’re so cold. I can
tell. Your ankles are just about
trembling
fingers almost tinged
blue. Your lips are
the color of grapes and all I think
is it looks like you got into the
blackberries again.
I open my mouth to apologize
because I can push my glasses up
my nose without my fingers
trembling; there isn’t even a
need for me to wring out my
socks when we get home. I’m not
cold at
all. I think of giving you my
jacket but it just wouldn’t
fit you. I don’t feel
soaked to the
bone or
like the world is
giving up on me. In
fact I feel nothing but
severely over-
dressed. I smile
(you
don’t.)
Veronica Habashy is, among other things, fifteen years old and from Los Angeles, California. Her work has appeared in The Round out of Brown University and online as a feature of Prometheus Dreaming's 'emerging artists' category.
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