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I Keep My Secrets Underground [poetry]

By Suzi Garcia

  • Wrap me up in plastic,
  • Fill me up with lead. I will bend my arms—no—
  • My words backwards. Watch me
  • Dance parallel against red,
  • A pair of propelled lungs across
  • Chevrons. Let your mind reveal
  • Itself to itself, a bruise of blue and green.
  • It’s only been a single hour so
  • Dye your hair black
  • With forest berries. I will find
  • The roost, owls that watch
  • As you stumble.
  • What I do is classified,
  • But keep asking,
  • Try to unwind my hair from my thoughts.
  • Don’t look for all the answers at once.
  • My lips are stitched,
  • So you cannot hear.
  • Line me up like ants, hide me
  • In the weeds; this is the year
  • Of the watersnake. That leaves you,
  • A man selling your own shoes. I will sleep
  • Under dirt with half my heart on a chain. Dip
  • My head in pudding and oats, seal it
  • With a sugar glaze while I wait for you,
  • A diary under my nails.

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Suzi F. Garcia is a poet in the MFA program at the University of Notre Dame, and the Tumblr Co-Editor for Canarium Books. First she takes it up, then she breaks it down. Suzi’s poetry has appeared in Yalobusha Review, WORD RIOT, NAP LOG II, and The Pinch, among others. You can find her at: www.suzifgarcia.tumblr.com

 


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