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bonne année

i’ve come up from underground, a million dreams,
my head a bump
of memory, my neck
thick in earth, dirt
among my holes, along
my skin’s thin yellow
cape, curled, knotted
around my sun-forgotten
center. i’ve come
up from famine and inward missions, peeling
back clumps of
leaves, reaching
for branches that left
them less near sky,
nearer me, this cold
and wild potato.

Carrie Chappell is originally from Birmingham, Alabama. She received
her Master of Fine Arts from the University of New Orleans’ Creative
Writing Workshop. Some of her work has appeared in Bateau, Belleville
Park Pages, Blue Mesa Review, Harpur Palate, The Iowa Review, Parcel,
Paris Lit Up, and The Volta. Currently, she serves as Assistant Editor of
Sundog Lit and lives in Paris, France.