My Mouth is a Hollowed Apple
read by c. albert
I've swallowed the seeds and the core
I've been wondering if strawberry men feel vulnerable
wearing their seeds on the outside
I remember sweeping the playground with a tree branch
When the boys chased me, I fell and skinned my knees
At snack time we had graham crackers and milk
then took a nap
I wore a tight slip to flatten the symbols growing on my chest
The first boy who grabbed at them forgot I was his friend
Blood oranges have blemishes
other changes no one warned me about
I've been hoping the blood would stop
C.Albert is a collage
artist and poet who lives in Seattle and exhibits nationally. Her collages and
poetry have recently been featured in Mannequin Envy and the Houston
Literary Review and included in Women Made Gallery: Her Mark 2008.
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