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I filled out a form - Mary Kate Nyland

I filled out a form to enter the country.

I filled out a form to fly.

I filled out a form to stand in a crowd of electrified goths, ping ponging their necks forth and

back.

I filled out a form to spin in circles.

I filled out a form to ride the cyclone.

I filled out a form to sweep sand from my hair and dance with geriatric swingers.

I filled out a form to wipe wine from my eyes and watch the warmth dry up.

I filled out a form to grieve.

I filled out a form to let men disappoint me.

I filled out a form to shave my entire body and walk home alone.

I filled out a form to pay rent.

I filled out a form to capsize a bicycle and tear my kneecap open and I filled out a form to do it

again.

I filled out a form to slide into a camera lens and photograph my insides.

I filled out a form to gluestick 20-something sensors to my scalp and pray for a seizure.

I filled out a form to rip them out and fall to the floor, half-woman, half-machine, a mane of

rainbow wires running the length of my spine.

I filled out a form to fill in my eyebrows.

I filled out a form to eat nothing but macaroni and cheese for a month.

I filled out a form to run out the clock.

I filled out a form to figure out how my mother screwed me up.

I filled out a form to tell my therapist that I actually think she’s being kind of hard on my mom,

who tried her best, really.

I filled out a form to honor my sister.

I filled out a form to be inoculated in a windowless hospital in Queens.

I filled out a form to reroute my DNA.

I filled out a form to change.

I filled out a form to give pizza hut my passport number.

I filled out a form to eat hot chocolate mix with a sterling silver table spoon.

I filled out a form to gain a superiority complex.

I filled out a form to call an uber.

I filled out a form to sleep in my contacts.

I filled out a form to fend off a panic attack.

I filled out a form to engage in a healthy dialogue.

I filled out a form to cry.


Bio:

Mary Kate Nyland is an Irish American writer based in Dublin, pursuing a Master's degree in Creative Writing from UCD. She has forthcoming work in Beaver Magazine.


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