by Margaret Saigh
Between control and intuition
wild geese fly low in the bedroom
you knew this once
some trees, processed
pulped, glossed, priced. Geese fly
low along the slats. Blossom of the spider. We arrive
from one another—
chain of somersaulting babes around the belly of the earth
my mom went into the sock drawer to show me our umbilical cord.
It had disintegrated
blood salting about twenty six years of frill.
Margaret Saigh is a writer, dancer, and educator. She is the author of the chapbook CROSSED IN THE DARKER LIGHT OF TERROR (dancing girl press 2022), a graduate of the MFA program at the University of Pittsburgh, and the creator of circlet, a virtual poetry workshop and reading space. Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in Ursus Americanus’ online journal Landfill, A Velvet Giant, and The Champagne Room, among others.
Artist: Helene Longval
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