5 weeks
This is the week the heart starts
beating. Little bird, little lizard,
little princess pea. Small round
stairway of spine. Small cleft
body. Small ache in my belly.
Everything moves over–
my insides rearrange. The heart
starts beating. My insides rearrange.
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Brittney Corrigan never disappoints with her inspiring poems on a variety of genres. I like her.