Redefining north.
by Matt Mitchell
(n.)
“red oxide of iron,” Old English rust, related to “redness,” from: itching the jelly skin around scars to make it stop. learning to walk after the strike of a mallet against my patellar. a coast of corpses; autonomy of belly sour like convenience store nectarines. garland of smokestacks bellowing above rubber cities in rubber states in rubber countries outside hospital windows. from: insulin syringes caught in subcutaneous fat. flakes of ohio in whatever burning sticks to the sides of the skillet. my eyes, a good set of eyes, learning how to read a pain chart before my mother taught me how to speak.
Matt Mitchell is an intersex writer currently double-parked in Columbus, Ohio. His work is sleeping on couches in the houses of Hobart, Bat City Review, The Boiler, and the minnesota review, among others. When he’s not falling in love, Matt Mitchell is bumming a smoke off of the breeze. He also wrote The Neon Hollywood Cowboy (Big Lucks 2021). He tweets @matt_mitchell48.