poem in which I’m not sorry

by Julia Enns

The eggshells that I used to walk on 

Have been shredded down to a fine powder

Something of sand that I will sink my toes in

With ease, I will no longer apologize

For things that I intended

Like saying my name

In that volume

In that way 

Out loud

To the mirror 

To your face

Those things will not cut me anymore

Into an existence of hypervigilance

They are seashells, not shards

And when I bring them to my ears

I no longer hear complaints of shame

I hear waves crashing

Bringing me back to shore

Julia Enns is a 22-year-old poet from Montreal. She studies anthropology, rock climbs and has trouble giving titles to her work.