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This poem is grieving
for girls by the millions
yielding their bodies without their consent.
Bones connect fingers to arms to shoulders,
necks to hips by spinal cords curved like seahorses.
What’s sturdy enough to hold us up
can be fragile enough to drown us in rough water.

This poem is keening
for the hours before the clock turned backward.
The cries of impossible, the clatter of wire hangers
louder than the train whistle that warned us of a person on the tracks.
The engineer can’t stop and he’s carrying coal.

This poem is screaming
for all that’s been stolen from the garage,
the rakes and shovels and tomato stakes,
the bicycles we rode to get away quickly.
The pretty eyes and vocal cords and V of our thighs
as a quiet place that we offered and received
when we still had our legs beneath us.

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from Oh Scotus Up Yours!, released September 28, 2022
Poem by Christy Prahl

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