March 14, 2022

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pure o

By Jill Khoury

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pure o

By Jill Khoury

pure o

—ocd that manifests only with intrusive thoughts, without external compulsions


i am only disappointing myself 

i myself am only disappointing

only myself am pointing / at i 

am this / i am only dis-

appointing / i appoint myself to dismiss

am i myself in blame only / this self-

appointed pointed i / i feint at me

say self i’m disappointed / i disappoint it’s

what i do / i’m this / my fragile cellophanic membrane

selfish i who is always cleaving to polarities

the point / i have / the one and eternal cellar

i have am / this only / this one i halve

only say it and i’ll disappoint / it points to

self / i dismiss my quaver / i distill and

am pouring / i miss it / i must / i

distribute distance / distort and

cloak myself / i point at this / a distant crescent

a pointed distinction i anoint / i police

the self / oh no / i only meant primordial

to say this / to say one point but this only

only i


Reprinted from Posit


Headshot of the poet Jill Khoury

Jill Khoury

Jill Khoury (she/her) is a multiply disabled poet. She is a Western Pennsylvania Writing Project fellow and has taught poetry in high school, university, and enrichment settings. She holds an MFA from The Ohio State University and edits Rogue Agent, a journal of embodied poetry and art. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Copper Nickel, Bone Bouquet, Lunch Ticket, and diode. She has written two chapbooks—Borrowed Bodies (Pudding House) and Chance Operations (Paper Nautilus). Her debut full-length collection, Suites for the Modern Dancer, was released from Sundress Publications. Connect with her at jillkhoury.com or find her on Facebook, Twitter: @sundaygray and Instagram: @sun.day.gray.

Image description: A close-cropped headshot of Jill Khoury, a white woman with short red hair and blue eyes. Her bangs swoop over her forehead and she has a silver nose ring. The shot is composed such that it looks like she is peeking into the frame. Behind her face is the blurred background of an evergreen tree.

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