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Insufficient

Sue-Sue Murray

84
Garret 2020
I’m Sorry for This Poem

Eve urged Adam to eat from the tree of knowledge,


And that was convenient.
Original guilt.

All women shoulder this sin,


Our bodies bloodying, and
Our legs violently trembling.

I’m sorry. That wasn’t very good, was it?


Let me revise.

Our breath shuddering like storm clouds, and


Our sweat dripping like rain.
Punishment is necessary and thunders for pain.

Shoot! That was cheesy.


I’m sorry. It’ll get better, I promise.

It began with corsets,


Squeezing anacondas reminding us
We were always wrong.

Our waists as small Morose Victorian Children:


As our minds were supposed to be. Florence, Age 14
Don’t breathe. Don’t speak. Don’t see.
Honor Torrence

Ellie Burke
85

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