I PULL MY HEART OUT OF MY POCKET AND THROW IT
Kelly Lorraine Andrews
It is hard to remain human
accepting it all like children might
when the geese reject the sky.
We are not supposed to hate the universe
silk tuxedos, sparse fields and milkless lives.
Later, we had to learn ourselves.
This forward moving,
the lip of our understanding.
Grief for what is not.
I am the good daughter who stays at home,
the small imploding girl.
Who will find her beautiful?
How do you say, my father
shirtless and shoeless his arms spread wide-
killed a child. Blessed be even this.
At the beginning of creation,
grains of dust would gather themselves,
hang against your breasts.
It was the moon
but nobody knew it then,
dragging her old habit.
Kelly Lorraine Andrews' poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Dream Pop Journal, Ghost Proposal, Ninth Letter, PANK, and Prick of the Spindle, among others. She is the author of five chapbooks, including the forthcoming "Sonnets in Which the Speaker Is on Display" (Stranded Oak Press, 2019), "The Fear Archives" (Two of Cups Press, 2017), and "My Body Is a Poem I Can't Stop Writing" (Porkbelly Press 2017). She received her MFA in poetry from the University of Pittsburgh, and she coedits the online journal Pretty Owl Poetry. Additional information about her publications, along with a slideshow of her cats, can be found at kellyandrewspoetry.com.
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