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When I was ten, the insides of my father’s mouth

by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick

Turned to a garden. He would walk
& the earth would fall out—acorn & oak
Leaves, his menthol cigarettes. Sometimes,
A canary cooed his tongue
With lemon-yellow sonnets. Angry
His secrets fell.
He circled for hours in the yard
What his mother carved into him, a curse.
It will befall you, too. His hands
Large canteens filled with liquor & ice-cream,
Releasing pressure wherever we’d go—
The feed store, the rig, to buy chicken
From KFC—behind him, I’d walk
The path of dirt & desire & ever the good daughter,
Light his hidden bodies on fire.


Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick's work has appeared in Salt Hill, Versal, The Texas Observer, Devil's Lake, Four Way Review, Sugar House Review, and Huffington Post UK, among others. A graduate from Sarah Lawrence College's MFA program, Hardwick serves as the poetry editor for The Boiler Journal and her first full-length, Before Isadore, was published by Sundress Publications. She currently lives in a village outside Cambridge, England.

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