by Margaret Saigh

Between control and intuition

wild geese fly low in the bedroom

wood—

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

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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.

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